Tag Archives: Brittany Rogers

buried beneath the floorboards of my family’s home on Alcoy Street; 2001.

crumbs of black eye peas and rice. swallowed conversations. abandoned birth control pills. pornography. denial. a lost Tupperware container of what I once thought was basil or oregano. deathbed             prayers             denial                         tv remote back, still clinging to gray masking tape … Continue reading

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