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While these poems can stand alone, I do see them as a sequel to my first chapbook, "I Thought Everyone Looks At The Woman When They Watch Porn." 


I'm deeply interested in the complexities of being tender. What "tender" means in our modern world, how tenderness expresses itself across gender expression, sexuality, relatedness, time, space...


I've pried my tenderness open in hopes perhaps you might do the same. 

Tender As Fuck

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