i write about saints and girls, about religion and womanhood, about the strange tenderness of queer guilt. my work lives somewhere between confession and devotion, always trying to feel real instead of polished, honest instead of corny. i’m currently creating a book of poems, the body is a prayer i never meant to say, a triptych of genesis, martyrdom, and resurrection—an attempt to understand where i came from, what i’ve survived, and who i’m becoming.
my writing is shaped by the people who have changed me, the stories i’m scared to tell, and the ones i can’t stop returning to. i believe in slow love, in working on myself, in learning someone’s voice by heart. i believe a parking ticket can be a love letter if you’re brave enough to make it one.
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