To Surrender Our Bodies to the Appetites of Others
Shaving pubic hair. Accepting mother’s advice. Can a woman (or a horse) own her experience of the world?
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Whose lives matter the least?
No it’s okay, take me.
Sarah (you can call her Bee) was at times a high school dropout, a Filipina beauty queen, a sword dancer, a bartender in a cowboy bar in Nebraska, and a student of Balinese shadow puppetry. You can find her work in a publication by the SAD ASIAN GIRLS CLUB and other lit mags. She is a poet that exclusively writes nonfiction because everything she says is true.
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