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I would sit in the blazing Alabama heat with my cousins. Picking nectarines from my great aunt’s tree. I must have swallowed a pit,Since I’ve had a knot in my stomach since I was 10. Or maybe the pit wasn’t the first knot. Maybe the fermented juice running down myContinue Reading

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“Homeless”your sign says,pointed at me,your home five years previously. I swear the floors have never been the same since you left.No matter how hard I scrub the decomp stains cling to the old wood. When I was Katie, you made her your home.You changed her tiling, her lighting, her fixtures.IContinue Reading