At age six, my parents got me a turtle, which I hated with a burning passion.

I live for the chase. One of my favorite parts is the walk to the bar. I relish in every little detail: the sound of my heels, the swing of my hips, the flow of my dress.

His chest glowed with the good kind of sweat, skin bathed in the faint pink of my string lights.

Last night I dreamt I was in the Queendom of Yemanjá. It was under the sea and above all clouds at the same time.