Photo of the Year

“She emerges three-dimensional from the flat, plaster setting as though breaking through water—though whether she is coming up or going under is unclear. Her position is contrapposto, arms raised as though awaiting the click of my camera. The energy of her nude body is wound tight and ready for release. Her next move is a …

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when I’ll meet Me. if we have already met but are not on speaking terms. * what my mother’s mother looked like. what my father’s father smelled like. which part of this body that I critique so much is actually an heirloom. * if pain will always be a prerequisite to happiness, for Bodies like …

ANONYME

ANONYME My name is whatever. My face is not important. You do not need to know me, Identify me. Just know that I am Black. But also that "black" is not All that I am .