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She sits on the floor of the supermarket. The one that never closes, never opens- 24/7 service like the tremors in her body.
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Wrought iron gates Provide the backdrop For the explosion of human remembrance There’s been a hit a run With a 52 year old paying the price “Loved” “Best Grandma” “Beloved...
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We believed we could change the world. My best friend was black and together we were going to eliminate racism everywhere forever.
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They ask me about the plight of the immigrant Honduran fisherwomen living in Sao Paulo. I speak.
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She talks and points and gestures and smiles. I stare and back into a vacuum it sucks me, everything simmers to a murmur. The vein pulsates and the sound of...
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The prisoners of Stalin's gulags tattooed anti Stalin slogans in to the skin of their faces.
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The smooth glide of a new key Throws open the freshly oiled door Determined footsteps hit the laminate floor Fresh paint odours permeate the air A blank canvas overall...
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Daisy cutter, daisy cutter One Two Three Tear apart my limbs And liberate me Daisy cutter daisy cutter One Two Three Treat these cuticles Soft as can be ...
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Bonding between parent and child takes place weekly in this house; baking cakes, building ships and destructing specifically preserved bubble-wrap- there was a time and place for everything.
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