When I was twenty-two, my neighbor called the cops on my boyfriend and I because we were “fighting” again, in quotes because fight implies structure, a conscience, taking turns. An animal doesn’t fight off its predator. They’ll do anything to stop the process of becoming prey, and that’s what I

As I ended my slave labor shift a strategic ruckus, in unison, caught my attention. I came to the corner of 14th Street and 6th Avenue where countless determined and angry faces sat atop young and old bodies, stomping through the streets of Manhattan. Signs which displayed disdain for the