Pajolo Cam

poetry

2023-10-13

fluid

I am scattered and I am dispersing. I have always been my five year old self; engulfed in (!), fixated on (!), and deeply treasuring (!) the new curiosities to be gained from our bedroom television. And she had always been me; a gender abomination and a scientist studying its unexpected amalgamations: the bane of…
2023-10-11

hello.world

It’s like my first day being alive again—forced to feel, but not forged to deal with it. Crawling back here, beating heart in my hand, I decide to write. Hello world, once again!