Author: Ani Bachan
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we pick out our plots one afternoon
i want so badly to wither away with you to get sick and slow we were red and crying five days apart and i know you don’t want to get old but my mother says time’s hand blows soft against lovers one day our bodies will cave in and i’ll fold myself into you to…
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damned girls
our mothers are given the hospital beds farthest from the other patients they say the nurses can tell, can figure out the damned girls from how the stomach molds around our damned bodies the indent we make around the belly button yes, we are life-sucking before we are life yes, our first words are short…