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Our president is killing people, systematically and deliberately.

In our reunion, Marina dresses for me – a collar and a jumpsuit – and she comes for me. And undresses for me. And talks with me.

The whole, and the parts. And, the sum.

There’s so much I need from Marina.

I hugged my father-in-law!

There are things I don’t talk about here. And there are places I don’t talk about “here.”

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.

Sometimes I’m hot. Sometimes I’m not.

Do this for me today. Please.

A little something for all the mothers out there.