From the moment I became aware that I recycle myself, I feared what that meant for selfhood. I had already spent enough years feeling like the bounty of my form was trying to abort itself. Now confirmed: the young was being pushed out for younger. Every cell was born with a goal and deadline and […]
Charlotte Van Schaack
Charlotte Van Schaack is a genderqueer poet who was raised in North Carolina but now resides in Washington, DC. Their work often explores the relationship between identity, memory, and landscape. Find her work in WWPH Writes, Screen Door Review, Dialogist, and Door Is A Jar. @cvanschaack.writes on Instagram.
You are invited to close your eyes if that is your tradition
In September, when I undressed my chest for you for the first time, wanting the soft and shamed skin to be anointed in your sweat and hair, I was surprised to see, once unblinded by my shirt, that you had cupped two hands to your eyes like you were praying, […]