
Wearing Hat
The frilly boy went to work
- ( ) must work to feed bodies -

LockJaw
My mother says I should
sing with others
I am told that it will make me better
It becomes clear that I am too loud (my voice, my hair, my clothes)
I hide, narrowing myself into white noise and I feel pleased with my own ability to disappear
My Body Is Not Your Concern
Talk to me about my artistry, not my appearance.
Discovering the Cure
For as long as I can remember, I have had deeply rooted issues with my body image.

What my Voice has Worn
My body has always been home to a voice.
A Tidy Package
I’ve been slowly learning
That to sing is to cultivate all parts of myself

This Vocal Odyssey
How are you supposed to know when something feels right when everything feels bad?
The End of My Operatic Career
The end of my operatic career began on a plane.