go ahead / breathe in carbon dioxide and break down in the fall. the less human / u seem the

The touch was too personal, condescending, audacious, and misogynistic. But more than anything, it was lonely and kind.

“There is a wideness in God’s mercy, like the wideness of the sea.” I thought of our lake that couldn’t

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In the guest room, in a house that’s not our own Mami’s machine beeps.

they had the string of raggedy men wade right in as if that river would part, still singing, singing, cold water up to their waists