Microaggressions


Is it true Asian pussies are sideways?

Because my body is a body, I learn to yield. I collect lemons from my lemon tree. I bury fish heads in the garden. I remember the silence of my childhood, the writhing heat rising from the grill. The roosters in my backyard know nothing about dawn. They caw all night long. 
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