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| No me toques |

My skin remembers every unsolicited fingertip

and I refuse to collect any more.


Whitney Salgado

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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

Sunkissed rays Beloved embrace Warmth in my darkest of days Whitney Salgado

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