My skin, this well-worn hide I fold into a boat sturdy enough to bisect any body of water,
was made from light breaking through my mother’s hands— my mother lifting her fingers to the sky & inventing
a story where she touched & swallowed it whole. I’ve swallowed every name I was given
to spit them back better.
— Natalie Wee, from “Self-Portrait as Pop Culture Reference,” published in Split this Rock


















