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When Daddy is hunting, I always cheer for the rabbit.
“Makes my bones hurt,” Daddy said. “I can feel them coming.”
She is her mother’s daughter. She is a fighter. She breathes.
Even though I knew all the other boys, I knew him and his body best: I loved him best.
She does not want to share this; he will not make her.
These are the things he says to no one, not even China. Sometimes he confesses to me; I always listen.
She is a weary goddess.
She is a mother so many times over.
He doesn’t need to know that young things go, too.
“I know,” I say. “But we was young, too.”
The trees are silent with longing.
“Y’all don’t look right together,”
oof, this would hurt me actually.
What’s the use of naming her to die?
oh…. this hurt me 🥺
“Something like that.”
i hate this boy so much
