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I Am A Gift
“He unwrapped me slowly, as if he was counting one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, all the way up to his forty-six years. The room filled with bergamot and rosemary. His skin turned a shade of blue from the light coming in through the windows, mine lavender. “
Published in Southern Humanities Review Vol 52.1 Spring 2019
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I Am A Gift
“He unwrapped me slowly, as if he was counting one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, all the way up to his forty-six years. The room filled with bergamot and rosemary. His skin turned a shade of blue from the light coming in through the windows, mine lavender. “
Published in Southern Humanities Review Vol 52.1 Spring 2019
Not currently available online