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My skin remembers every unsolicited fingertip
and I refuse to collect any more.
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It’s 1995 and we’re sitting in my father’s car driving in el campo as the summer sun beats down on us. It’s a broken down white Buick with angles so sharp, as a child, I thought they might cut me if I
Sometimes I think about what we abandoned and I use to tell myself maybe the timing was off even though we both knew that you had sealed your future in a suitcase when you’re married to work with tick