We lived on cul-de-sacs & avenues,not streets, & with fireflies hummingat the partition, a shadow couldn’t bemore than a shadow. I couldn’t sleep—consumed as I was by my trembling—but felt their sleeping, their dormancy,how it stirred in me a hungerblack as a pocked tooth. The painof that night was like the pain of a tooth:it swelled, it ached. It was growing.
What it’s like living in the Castro as a woman
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