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To give you an answer I burn my hair in your kitchen. You drop the pasta in the oven to spray me freeze me as you would attack an enemy for I have turned into Medusa screaming Leave me alone! before you nail me to the wooden floor with your jealousy—the Caribbean music cannot save the night.
Nicolette Wong, in Memories of Hamburg. “It’s what it says it is.”
Parmanu 