MEMOIR

Auntie

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The sun flashes through gap-toothed pines. Cottonwood seeds wheel over the white roof of the supermarket, hitting the windows of the cars that rip…

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Alone

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I squeeze my left hand into a fist and look away as the phlebotomist tightens the tourniquet and comes towards me with the needle….

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Blossoms

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CW: Child sexual abuse     The pyjamas were pink satin, with a cherry blossom print. The shirt was fastened with Chinese button knots;…

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