I have to learn alone/to turn my body— Adrienne Rich*I wasn’t born in the boat, but within its long shadow. Not like my friends, who talked about the boat and told me I was strange for not living on it. Or the boys who came in pairs some Sundays with tiny envelopes for us to put money in, or the two men who knocked on our door every December to tell us that Jesus wanted us to come to church. I didn’t know they saw me as a drowning person, flailing with my parents and sisters in ice-cold, shark-infested waters. On […]
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