Art by Ani Castillo

A love affair that predates yesterday, when I swam pockmarked streets, where colours coalesced like dust motes in the air, forming nightmares or pyramids, and I swatted at them like flies, ah, the joy! of multiple orgasms that reverberate across the cosmos and turn my uterus inside out, while my vagina beats out the rhythm of creation, pap-para-pap-pap-pap, punishment is being invisible, our grandmother lied to us so she could send us to bed early without dinner, three women, past, present, future, I have them on my back, yelling out directions, twisting my ear, yanking on my hair.




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