You manifest a reality in which it is large enough to hold close like a high school sweetheart, soft enough to squeeze breath into. You manifest a reality in which you can go home to your mother and weep openly into her arms,
Moment in the Woods
Utopia in Green revels in sapphic. In this celebration of women and not so and femme aligned folk, Sumpter speaks softly about gooseflesh and sweet nights, hardly forgetting, simply sequestering, the male gaze and cis/heteronormativity that hold no place in her heart. In this world the wanted are women, real and expansive. In here there is beauty and struggle and love.
