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The doctor delivers the diagnosis. He tells Gulisa, ‘It could be worse.’

graverobber’s ballad

bifurcating like a heart would/night scatters into pieces/reassembled like a girl should/be I tug the laces/of my boots and hold the shadows

Of Humankind

On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.


We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’