The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
yes