Forms of intimacy—emotional, physical, intellectual, spiritual—overlap in these abstract shapes. Intimacy is fluid, not rooted in rigid definitions.
You have pomegranate trees in your backyard, well so do I. Your family can’t afford to live in the Bay Area, well neither can mine…You’re just like me
This poem is dedicated to street children in Andhra Pradesh, India, who continue to face extraordinary barriers in education, health, and security. Link to Artwork