The First Girl I Kissed | Becca Carson


The first girl I kissed pushedme against the serrated brickssame color as her busted lip.Transfer student. Eyes familiar withdarkness akin toMidwestern stormcell—the untitled blue I like best. I counted the seconds aftershe

To Tear an Arm | Mai Ly Hagan


It does not matter if you’re rich in life, As long as you’re rich in heaven.  My father, in heaven, smokes Camels. In the spirit months we feast together.Mother plates chicken cutlet, fish soup, Sticky

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