MY BODY, HAVING LEARNED RESURRECTION The day ripens on my face. The opening of my eyes is the plucking of stars and I want to keep the glistening thing forever but my hands, I need them empty to carry other dreams like pulling myself out of bed, washing my face and carving today’s date into […]
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