not dead but being embalmed; we were singing the whole / time – out of key, nonetheless, but singing
POETRY
POETRY
not dead but being embalmed; we were singing the whole / time – out of key, nonetheless, but singing
INSIGHT
Time and geography decide what counts as abundance. But abundance was not where I came from.
Q&A
I want to know if the language I’m using emotionally corresponds with the place I’m tying it to.
MICRO
To make room on that used, chipped baby blue end table by my couch like a heart—
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That was his thing, though, slamming doors. Chrissy often held her middle finger up at it once he left, just in case he came back into the room to apologize.
That the t-shirts and pantry spill over, unopened Oreos and sukang pinakurat.