Half and Half
Half and Half And then she wasn’t there I can still hear her footsteps Feel her curl around my ankles Her meow echoes in my heart I love you…
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Memories From a 10 Year Old
The glass comes between our love. My hand reaches for the father that is gone. "No touching allowed!" Orange jumpsuits?--they have been putting us in those things long before Guantanamo. A long row of desperate communication to my left and to my right. I pick up the industrial black transceiver so we can talk. # Jail # NewJimCrow