the shrine in putuo. our final pilgrimage.
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea.
We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
An illusion of privacy.
"Tomorrow?"
Was I too incredulous?
"Or whenever you can."
Pressing gently,
She kissed, "I want more time with you."
I fell, "I want more time with you, too."
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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