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A grandfather is born in Jakarta. His mother is Chinese. His father is Belgian and Indonesian. His wife will be British, Sri Lankan, Indonesian, Scandinavian. His daughters will be born in the Netherlands. His granddaughters, New York, Los Angeles. This grandfather gardens. I call him in the Dutch, Opa. When he is ten years old […]
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An escape from daily pronouns.
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Content Warning: Abuse, Sexual Assault
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"I kept talking and talking, even as I grew tired of hearing my voice, even as I slid out of the heels I'd been wearing all week"
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"I thus turned my attention to our list of mutual friends, of which there lurked a grand total of one."
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"But they always fight. And when they fight — bodies squared, arms flying, fingers in faces, faces red, sweaty messes"
I’m waiting in Dudley Square / it's late / and a man in his fifties going by / Eliot, walks up to me / tells me about a woman / this crazy woman / and their chance encounter on a stoop in Dorchester
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