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We were outcasts living in America’s raised fist. The cancer crouched in his lungs, waitingfor the surgeon’s scalpel. My love dying upstairs as the tide spat bricks. King was already dead. Kennedy next. I made the headstone myself, bludgeoned the …
After they’ve stolen the eggs from the chicken yard, when the lottery ticket you thought you won turned out to be a parking ticket, on a day you could have slept through but didn’t, somewhere at the bottom of a …