Hemlock and Queen Anne's lace, bird's nest; long-toothed parsnips sunk in loose soil. Every world, every time I've lived through, has been edged with darkness. Our bodies, streaked in rainforest hues: shadowed by spoonbills, streaked bulbuls, bleeding heart pigeons. Yet even when unaware, my body was becoming fluent in defiance. Dear world, would you care about what we'll call each other when no one is looking, listening?
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