Crystal Songoopsbaby, i have become so massively, capital-p Problematic since the first time we slept togetherSep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Crystal SongwiltSavor this. Your body was meant to blossom beneath the moonlight of his fingers, shedding stars in each crevice. Here you comeSep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Crystal Songchang’e (birthday poem)Bitch because you read between the lines. Cunt because your voice carried. Slut so he could gut you, a fish with a body like moonlight…Sep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Crystal SongtranshumanceHome is an artifice. I go back to the house in Wuhu with the climbing plants and the turtle pond. The flat in Shanghai with the untiled…Sep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Crystal Songnew year’sIn bed you lit tealights the color of sunrise, painting the windowsill in shadow. Everything was beautifulSep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018