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Salem
In Salem, Massachusetts, there is a courtyard dedicated to the women burned as witches. The grass never grows there. It is encircled by a low wall and lined by two dozen black marble benches, for these bodiless women to sit on, smooth their dresses, reflect, mourn. It looks like here. This shadowed grey courtyard tucked between two buildings in New York.
Forever Prefers
What We Will Do Now
The Black Skirt
My basic everyday uniform is a black skater skirt. I wore it almost every day in high school and every day my first year of college; it’s become my trademark. It’s so rare for me to deviate from this that I wore a pair of jeans one time in NY and my roommate walked in the door, stopped short, stared at my legs and said, “You’re wearing pants.”
Letter to Ankle Bruise
You’re fading from my existence, like blue haze over hills, like broken blood vessels under flesh.
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