tut mir leid, du Spiegelmann

they love watching me break down in their stead

I have no hole and I must produce

I‘ve been huffing gas unknowingly

I despise being inside them.

I really need this paper

Half man, half rice

But after all, we weren‘t murdered, we were just poor.

he knew that it was a two-pronged blade of catholic institutionalization

and everything it hides

I hate my names and what they stand for

everyone has one to bear. I don't care much for mine

Google would like to sequence your genomes with CRISPR

High school never ends

I’ve been Instagrammig my life for a decade.

And you never see it coming.

Why do men keep gambling in the casino of patriarchy?