- 17th
- April
- 2009
You shouldn’t have tried to touch me again. They tell stories about women like me. How by night we sit in cornfields counting and by day make wishes into the whites of the ocean while the air and salt licks our lips and listens. We know how to move our bodies, but we do not move them for you.
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