maybe 1988, maybe 1989

[oh_snap]

I. I don't know how else to say it anymore except in fragments

II. I liked the way he was shaking sand out of my hair with his hands, in a sweeping motion. The tile floor bothered him, the accumulation of dirt, my posture, when I started muting commercials, slamming doors. I'd ask him to leave the room so I could finish stretching because maybe if I

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[teenagepolitics]

So great to see something written by you! I miss reading your writing all the time.