Tag Archives: Allison Thung

Remember

The fear, of course, is if I look too long at this photograph of us, I might entirely forget what it felt like to be in it. Even now, I see through the eyes of the photographer. Even now, I … Continue reading

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Body Language

Weighs heavy like a borrowed coat Each well-meaning Your English is Very Good I have seen and felt and dreamt in it always I have healed the holes in my soul with it always It is skin, not clothing It … Continue reading

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