From ‘How I Abandoned My Body To His Keeping’ He was the forgotten thing, the blackened tree that doesn’t grow, that doesn’t fall, he was the car that wouldn’t pull over, the tide coming in, he was everything I put my heart against, the low set and turn of heads when he entered a room, […]
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