The Unmaking of a Savior and other poems by Khaya Osborne
i am an unsovereign, yet abandoned nation. my capitols have all their own names but look the same: faceless, skin thin as the lesions left by raw flax leaves, their cheeks as [...]
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In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne
the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your doorstep at dawn with a greased noose and a stick of [...]
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