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Forgetful Street

The street where I grew up was a forgetful one, mom said to me, when I asked about the dad unable to find us. Real dad, that is, the one that smelled like leather. The other dads that came home … Continue reading

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What I’d Say to Your Tiny Miscarried Self

First – where the hell have you been, you little shit, I’d say, my voice a serrated shade of warm. Then – my God, look at you, I’d marvel, you’ve got your mother’s something and my something else, the details … Continue reading

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