Blog: Sticky Fingers



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hirxeth: “On a quiet Thursday cutting open melon you think of her. A train sings outside. You mistake it for her whistle. The five years she’s been dead you’ve heard it. We can test for this. You keep slicing open your thumb. And it hurts. It keeps