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Marcela Sulak
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dramatically. Of course, I'd hope they were clever
and interesting. I'd also hope that my clothes made their lives a little
easier ; that they made them feel happier.
Not more beautiful, necessarily, just more of a person. Oh, if
that's what you want, that's fine with me, I say, splaying
Prada's quote across my notebook. Does feeling like a person make life
easier, happier? Really? You'd just let mego a
way from you? As a paperweight, I was always being told that I was
Dear honey suckled, dear poison ivy, dear yaupon with your poisoned
berries aiming your leaves at random stars and pretending to be pretty,
that was me, that was my foot that broke the poison oak, my shoulder
that broke the banana-spider web. I forgot what I forgot there, but what
you took was mine.
Dear honey suckled, have all the mosquitoes died? Dear me, how awful it
all was, and how familiar. Dear home, how I hated you. How I thought
something was missing all that time. Dear me, it was me. I was the
missing.
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