Writer, Twerk Team reject and fish taco advocate.
MY FIRST 47 DAYS IN RIO DE JANEIRO
(For the next two weeks, I’ll be doing a series on Rio, the Olympics and my encounters with Brazilian culture. This is the first in that series.)
April is a valley of rain, and women
stirring their silence to a boil.
I knife myself into pieces / lay myself out
for the fleshy, pink moon that never comes.