Hello lovelies,
I like to think of this newsletter as a sort of digital gallery. It’s not just a newsletter, it is a space where I can experiment with words and art. The email, the humble email, is my medium.
This poem is called Gaslight and you can read it like a conversation between two people: one on the left, the other on the right. There’s no audio for this. I can never perform this poem aloud. It’s as if the the poet herself is silenced.
This is for anyone who has ever purposefully been made to doubt their own reality. I’m sorry you had to go through that.
GASLIGHT
