Johanne Lykke Holm

She had one of those faces that could easily serve as a screen for other people’s projections

smell of sweat and spice came from my armpits. It’s humiliating, I thought, to live in this body

was a strange plant. It looked fake, unnatural. Like something that couldn’t possibly have come

from the earth, something made up, the product of a peculiar thought

We knew that they lived out their youth outside of youth. Beyond the time of female friends, forever in the time of nuns.