I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones It keeps my veins hot, the fire’s found a home in me Lorde, “Yellow Flicker Beat”

We’re thirsty, thirsty. We’re salt water and sweet. And the bitter and the sad mixes with the dulce. It’s as if we’re rivers and oceans emptying and filling and swelling and drowning one another. It’s frightening and wonderful all at once. For once, I feel as if there’s not enough of me, as if I’m …