An infinity of green tea exchanged for a handful of pocket change. Catfish swimming through the scorching streets. The entitlement of the golden uterus writ large in every. Single. Facet of interaction. Secondhand visits to nowhere. Finding handfuls of broken porcelain shards in allegedly empty pockets. Subconsciously formed plans of reclamation and witch hunts. Memories of idyllic afternoons in a forgotten house in Forest Hill. Never having been present for any of it.
11:49 a.m. - 2018-07-16
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