I don’t see my sister enough to argue with her. Not once we became adults, anyway. Of course, like any pair of siblings (maybe any pair of sisters, so close together in age, they’re often confused for being twins) our childhood was a string of disputes. The earliest I remember was my golden-haired sister chucking […]
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seasonal memories
Yesterday, we brought a man back from the dead. What follows is always a collection of poetry.
“one of our own,” he said over and over
Because I love her hands clasped, compressions on his chest counting to thirty under my breath as my partner cut through the fabric of his buttoned shirt thirteen year old told me last week “I want to die every single day!” and I thought immediately, I want to die every other day life is […]
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