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I’m on a throne with scorpions at my feet.

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I’m on a thrown with scorpions at my feet. There are some divorced men there who say I’m the key to making them whole. When I squint, they grow larger — When I reach for them, they disappear —

There are a number of white women trying to bake. When their cakes fall, they ask if I can be their project, if they can help me—

A space for me to experiment.

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