“You are quarter ghost on your mother’s side. Your heart is a flayed peach in a bone box. Your hair comes away in clumps like cheap fabric wet. A reflecting pool gathers around your altar of plywood sub flooring and… — Jamaal May Copy Share Image
“You are quarter ghost on your mother’s side. Your heart is a flayed peach in a bone box. Your hair comes away in clumps… — Jamaal May Copy Share Image
