Natalie Sharp, 2017 Lambda Literary Fellow

Natalie Sharp, 2017 Lambda Literary Fellow



[Applause] couple of requests so for the layout has got to happen over these hope of five cones the first four columns will be read in quick succession please don't cut between them and read the titles of each and after that I will the Damas terrible things you need to know air Zuma who speaks in camp a lake that relies on earth there is a doctor who speaks in parallel and invented form which is a period of a repetitive in I assume a Luka if I ask you know who got mouth every bit of mother of a burden I can snatch every bit of mother of a burden I can snatch God a bourbon can assume every mother's mouth I got the blue I snatched nourish me Elijah nervous me Elijah I laugh I excrete unjust Louise I lack is three thunders believe I'm just my last ex treatment I was from your help could take the when you asked I was from your health could take the when you last time let the gods swallow in your food I let the gods follow in your food let the could swallow you when God outside in your health I will take you I snatched from your tongue eyes I saw the food like your belief nervous means I am every bit ruling you I could be an unjust gods excrete students I left whether I should ask to God was taking this I would never exposes the burden of motherhood the mothers can – – I never saw the air guy Duke of Philly phantom perched on the steel beams my cheeks my dick trying to bill you desperately hope to be surprised phantom perched on the steel wings who arguing your baby dies in desperately hope to be surprised I am someone else in your accidents who arguing your baby dies melts so hopelessly like yours will have someone else in your absence but everything is as it always was my child became a rapture of wind and sky my cheeks are room that's trying to build and I believe extinguished without a hint of goodbye I never saw the air but I knew how to fill the DARS parallel three your body is revenge passing to the dream your body is forbidden passing through three night have my say I'm cooking sky of teeth I have my spec I'm cooking sky of teeth I dream my room into the sky passing through your body say have my cooking teeth I brought you here to this I brought you here to chasm well you don't need that chasm when we'll be building back the latter build you chasm when you brought me back here to this I mean my Edward thank you well I would have my support of making more money these little faced with you cannot submitting Ramana needs little fish but you cannot submit remind each time making mean what little will I cannot keep my face making England I will build my body backwards the sky passes through your teeth each working little dream will remind me I need this to say I will have my revenge in my making unmaking love you brought here your face is the Kazakh I cannot keep the mothers continued for the cutest I was getting lost in your heart rose Bujji depth need heart in the left palm her last suggestion I leave I wanted to attraction gets me hard in the left home so I knew right away the gloves with when I wanted to bleed attraction to gloves how he had his spitting in my closet so I knew right away the gloves with mother despises Obama's fingers to loves coming and spinning in my closet I believe God by sweeter than blood her voice is ringing her last and these witnesses biting my hands my feet I was getting lost in her cornrows Luigi [Applause] for this activity and what to need from audience participation you're in the middle of black ice which is a resistance holiday started by black folks in San fermín improvement protests political business that continued injustice this time to Black Hills in particular my request is that I am going to leave you in his hand as I learned from Yvonne through the fingers and what I will do without staying in will repeat after me I know there are fewer also universal sign for stop or maybe not Universal sign but a sign for stop so when I do that [Applause] [Applause] [Applause] [Applause] [Applause] I'm sorry to cut through arching of three lines near the plateaus stones need men to a road by the river slash sweat steaming in the ground rains and still stands the ghost of the girl with her white handkerchief on the store hands raised arms up even as the river grow steep and gray this city at any first unapologetically on broken back to bloodied the squad car it's ghost girls turning translucent in satellites watch them smoking in their teeth with graves some days I have awoken to the taste of blood my teeth especially on nights where I've kicked and screamed arrested by the ghosts of churning through the white Clara of super faction I am from green to they ask you to every white box filthy on the ballot by the open muffins like mine where we congregate around him from fire traps ghosts from extract jokes from the lurking ghosts of poverty remember the way the ones who raised us like family forget about suicide 40 miles east black man treat [Applause]

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