Appalachian American Ennui
We grieve the watermark of the death, which is absence.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
You've Barely Touched Your Cake, Donald.
[Clutching her pearls], "You don't look well. What's wrong, my darling boy? Your skin. Looks. I don't know. Burnished. Orange. Alien."
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