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language barrier

SuFrida, you said, is a play on words but as I sipped my second michelada, lime with the salt- soaked rim, I was unsure of your full explanation, Drake rapping over your words, and in the hazed darkness of dusk, … Continue reading

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carolina

it is drops of sweat dripping down down down slow as these July afternoons it is the slam of a screen door and its creaking that echoes until eaten by the humidity thick as grandma’s accent it is an alligator … Continue reading

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