This foggy, rainy day isn't helping my blues: (i) I'm home with a sick Nu (ii) At is about to board a plane wearing his beautiful brown skin and his proud beard and looking like Trump's nightmare (iii) the Parkland kids are making me cry/rage (iv) At is headed for St. Louis, so Michael Brown is on my mind a bit more than usual.
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summer sadness
all my grandparents are dead all of them now live with me and I am as tired as they are calibrating so many endings sadness settles--a m...
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