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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Today may or may not be my birthday, and I may or may not be turning sixteen. I know, I know — the big one-six, the sweet sixteen, the age that your favorite storybook heroine is, the age everyone wants to be or go back to being, right? That was certainly what I thought when […]
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The morning after, ………….when you hug your mother having found her ………….in the kitchen wiping plates, that’s when she’ll say ………….she knew, but she doesn’t know you’re sorry, ………….not for pushing up the window, ………….sweeping flies from the sill for him to spider ………….in. You’re sorry she was born like you, for whom ………….there is […]
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