I remember all the wrong things
I mean to say
I often forget where I am going
But I remember to close the door before I leave
I mean to say
My body is foreign to me
My body tells me all the wrong things
My body recoils
But I want to be gentle with you
To make room for all that is good
And loving
To hold space for you
Discothrash
“Intruder”
- author
- Marylise Habiyambere
- illustration
- Cole Bazin