Ash and Gardens by Jessica Sorya
Ash and Gardens Jessica Sorya She asks me, “What did I want at nineteenthat I have now?”I answer, “Nothing. Everything I wanted is gone.”Every man I pedestaled, fell.toppled over, head heavy.Bless ‘em.Cowards.I’ve always been surrounded by womenscurrying,cleaning dirt from their nails,scrubbing blood from tile,handling shitwhen shit needed handling.They stitched silence into their spines,only let loosewhen the liquor was heavy.You should have seen them,the men, watchingas they carried entire familieswithout flinching.They’d bend,but would not break,even when the weightwasn’t theirs to…
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