I've never been published in a journal. The tabloids read my memoir. My mother's a busy memory. My father's an idea. I didn't grow up with Black friends. My Grandpa favoured the belt. I like to push my luck. I get to bed early. I think I've forgotten the nightmare. Sometimes I want to go missing. My brothers are out of reach. We bring it on ourselves. He took off his pants in the kitchen. I cook an excellent breakfast.
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