And in the morning, The trash will be a heap of Exoskeletons & I will trace the language of Our...
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In this town, letters are scarce: billboards, neon signs. I only realize how thirsty I am when Ba asks me...
…that summer and the swollen pregnant heat, when Isa and I would walk around the house in our underwear and...
There’s orange oil on my thumb, viscous beefy consumé, I’m battling the wind for my paper napkins and my paper bag and anything that isn’t...