Matthew is angry. His mama keeps asking him and he doesn’t know. Matthew is almost four and wants to play with the pumpkin, not answer his mama’s question. He stamps his feet and his fists get angry, like they are tiny hard balls of hit. I – don’t – know! Matthew yells. Later, when his […]
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you told me about yellow teeth and a thin reaching fur that grew over skin then glued me to a plastic chair and made me eat pasta EAT IT ALL you said the warrior in you wild the group of you, arms crossed hair swinging from ponytails as tight as your fathers’ silence what I […]
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your father was an important man. always out on business. big suits. black briefcase. first class. he sent you to boarding school with the rest of us bleach scented secrets kept swollen beneath our tucked in shirts except on the weekends your roommate went home when you’d stand naked in front of the full length […]
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