We got tamales in little saigon on a sunday morning. We were arguing over petty nonsense in the car. I admit I get a little restless in love, for the idea that some day the one I love I may not hold any longer, i may not have any longer, disturbs me so...my heart recedes into a protective place under a sleeve, like the tamale wrapped in skin and folded in plastic.
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Sunday, 14 January 2018
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