Destiny O. Birdsong
Tin House
This is a singular, decadent life,
a truth
I know would kill her,
or make her murderous in its
knowing.
—from “Her”
HOW IT BEGAN: It was a few things. Rage at a hate crime I experienced in 2016. The fear that if I didn’t write it right to be doing and the suffocating realization that I was wasting my life by not doing it because I was afraid of the work I knew it was going to take.
