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Acid Permanent; Red Speaks

Acid Permanent Today I decided—for as much choice as my body is allowed me—against having a daughter. The world holds too much heat, too much blood, & we will never have enough money. Or not enough, anyway, to give her four walls, a roof, a locked door. At the salon, my curls are stretched over […]

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