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by Rivers Solomon

Maybe my mother is God, and that’s why even though she’s never once saved me, I keep praying that this time she will.

What a line

How cruel that our parents, unexorcisable, go on inside of us. How cruel that we cannot disimbricate their ghosts from our being.

Lord

Okay, but like, what of anyone’s father. Goodness, we can’t be disappointed by men we never once believed in.

Woof

“Ah, come on, now. You don’t belong here. You know that. And I mean absolutely no offense by that, it’s just, I think about it the same way with the Mexicans. They don’t actually want to be here, in America, do they? They come here because they have to. Or they would respect its laws. They’d learn the language. Eat the food. Adapt. They’re here because they have to be here. There’s no love. There’s no belief in the purpose of this country.”

Sir it is 3 am