Maybe/Maybe not

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[text ID: Your daughter’s face is a small riot, / her hands are a civil war, / a refugee camp behind each ear, / a body littered with ugly things, / but God, / doesn’t she wear / the world well.]

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Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End

— Lina A.

— Kait Rokowski, from "The Civil Guillotine" in So Much For the Mercy Kill

Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us. Our mouths are full of tomatoes. We are so busy being small and hungry and alive.

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “In the kitchen”

A Palestinian boy gives the symbol for liberation as he climbs a pole, 1988 Photographer: Peter Turnley

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds