A woman walks home alone at night
One earbud is risky
Two, out of the question
If I am fat
They won’t want to touch me
I will be safe,
Right?
Perhaps why I fled
The Apple
Ran to Tinsel
Craved the auto bubble
Vehicular
Safety
But felt forever
Danger
in the drunkenness
Party mom to the
Pretty prey
Buzz the locks
Neuter thyself
Pray
They won’t look
This way
Beatrice Clark (she/her/hers) is a queer writer, filmmaker, intersectional feminist, and sustainability advocate living a bicoastal bounce between Wabanaki Confederacy territory (known today as Portland, Maine) and Tongva/Chumash lands (in Los Angeles, California). Clark is a graduate of the Gallatin School of Individualized Study at New York University and spends her days fighting and healing from debilitating chronic pain, precipitated by tick-borne infections that went misdiagnosed for a decade. Mustering strength from her creative outlets, western medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine, herbalism, energy work, and spiritualism, Clark's journey has transformed her from a cog in the mainstream TV and Film industry, to a humbled human seeking purpose and strength through survival.
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