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The sun was falling in the haze of distant factories, and in the adjoining slums the scatter of glass picked up the raw glow of the smoggy sunset.
behind the mulberry tree that grew like deformed flesh through the chain link fence.
“Basically, what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.”
rarely depicts the emergence of an unformed ego.
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy,
The rattling of her bracelets comforted her parents because it allowed them to keep track of her movements like an animal with a bell on its collar.
pink, humid, pillowing air.
A half-eaten sandwich sat atop the landing where someone had felt too sad to finish it.
Acts like these—simple, humane, conscientious, forgiving—held life together.
me. I knew I had to close that window or else she’d go on jumping out of it forever.”
Our tongues searched out pockets of scar tissue
left by jutting back braces,
