small granules of grated ginger are embedded in my fingernails the knife is slick & the root crunches with my movement I am distracted your pacing outmaneuvers your own anxiety but I’m trying to stay focused on the tangible the taste of ginger and foolish blood a small pool forming on the tip of […]
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