C.H.R.I.S.T.I.A.N.I.T.Y.: it’s not so much the thing itself, but the side effects that kill you – the opportunistic infections of misinterpretation and politics – and the parasites that come with it.
Christianity
I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds.
Heart, Pomegranate
Yellowdog, where does sorrow go?”He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.
Heart, Sorrow
How many of these children would one day be queer? How many would be felled by the acronym? How many by something else? How many would forget the circus? How many would never see it at all? How many would join?
Children, Queer, Circus
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