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“It was a mistake to believe that other people were not living as deeply as you were. Besides, you were not even living that deeply.”
I was reborn through a wolf named Josephine. She had brown hair and eyes of onyx. Unraveling the forms of each goddess, she smelled like licorice in her lace pantsuit.
Her womb tasted like Star Anise.
Innocence is the only thing at stake by the cacti. The universe prepared to greet me with white bedding—kombucha in small tin cups. Tuning forks cocooned in sateen slips. A spiral of mucus and tears filled her cold hands. She'd placed purple petals on the floor to absorb suspicion.
I arrived crown first, with lips pursed for my first sound: Jo. Jo. Jo.
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