Carwashing Layli Long Soldier
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The story of my mother has hardenednot from necessitybut the appropriate wordshave sharp edges and shrill notes
One heart isn’t chained to anotherI have no doubt that is trueHappiness is chosenon the shelf of the self
The undefined ache in my tummy that is neither from me eating too much nor not at all but due to my habit of holding my breath…
Every day she wakes up, sometimes in her marital bed, sometimes in her maiden chamber, and sometimes on the cold stone floor of…
They hurried down the street late in the dark afternoon. Barely anyone drove anymore, and other people had to step off…
I was given the curse of sightso I might see my existenceand my back grew red stripesfrom the scourge
