Originally exhibited at the Warehouse of Contemporary Art

Soft-Skinned Boys

Prose Poetry

Despite my years of hurting, I could not tell you the first thing about callousness. My skin is soft and the people around me seem to pronounce this condition with bitterness.

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Looking at my scars, I can’t help but feel ashamed for having loved the way that I did: so frequently and so carelessly.

Originally written on November 20, 2019.