“The Library of Self burned down today, Wednesday, September 18th, 2024–my fortieth birthday. I was in the middle of it, […]
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blue crows froze like black bells on the snowy spring path. this moment will be eternal. at least it can
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He rushes down the wooden staircase. Each step rattles under the boy’s sharp, lightweight—made heavier just a touch by a
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Your mother had picked me to be your motherThe one to raise youAs my birth mother picked my motherAs my
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as an adult child — I’m still your kidyou were tasked with cultivatingmy first years of lifeI am not your
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