In Defense of Fast Girls Who Just Want to Dance
“We were free and naïve enough to believe we could navigate the terrain of men’s hunger and their hands unscathed.”
like a child.
What you don’t give attention to must eventually dissipate
Aricka Foreman is a writer, editor and educator from Detroit, MI. Her poems, essays and features have appeared in The Offing, Buzzfeed, Vinyl, RHINO, The Blueshift Journal, Day One, shuf Poetry, James Franco Review, THRUSH, Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poems for the Next Generation (Viking Penguin), among others. Author of the chapbook Dream with a Glass Chamber (YesYes Books), she has received fellowships from Cave Canem, Callaloo, and the Millay Colony for the Arts. She currently lives in Chicago, IL.
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