Welcome to All The Women We Have Loved, a community art and writing project that celebrates the intimacies of female relationships
Hannah Kenyon Lair is a sloppy witch wandering through moments and occasionally finding herself embodied in Chicago and Minnesota.
summer moon child,
do you remember when our skin
glowed with energy,
with wasteful, bloody, curdled laughter,
when we communed with willows
under the bright green warning sign
of the sky before it cracked?
I sit, after dinner,
and sip cold aquavit from a martini glass
I avoid the idea bustling at my mind's door—
That you will not be There when I return