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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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840
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She's not acting — she's being the moment.
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640
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an exhausting roll of time
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For another man she raced through infinite wounds and fists in a monsoon forest. Hands tied to her lover’s for a dance, a roulette of paper cranes exploding across the sky. Cascaded into the sea of black eyelashes.
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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[the blind man's tweet] I held the words in my hands. They were cool to the touch. I wanted to put them in my mouth but I was afraid I might choke on them.
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Gripping the sink, head bowed, I let the blood gather on the rim of my nose, pooling for a moment, before its fleeting journey towards the basin.
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700
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of Jim Beam when I was maybe fifteen. Or anyway old enough to admire the lesson.
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Pine nerves spike and row.
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Tell me why your daughter looks more like a person than you, even though she is dressed like the Statue of Liberty and clutching a pink stroller with a rainbow teddy bear riding inside. Why the blonde curly wig, mother? With the obviously fake part to the left. Did…
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I told you that your pants were too long. You said the way they dragged on the ground, collecting subway grime, reminded you of a baby dressed in purple with a tattoo of flames on her wrist. That baby, I said, has come to end the cycle of oppression. Why else do you…
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I saw a picture of you, Grandma, lying in a hospital bed in a blue gown. My heart wanted to escape, like I'd swallowed a tiny yellow bird and its wings flapped beneath my sternum. Aunty said don't worry, it was only carpal tunnel surgery. Both hands. You'd…
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