Magazine • March 10, 2020
Supermarket
At the Supermarket You don’t see peanuts plucked out of the ground
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Magazine • March 10, 2020
I don’t have space in me to hold all the pain of the world
The sands that I would pretend were sprinkles, where I’d roll around in, feeling like a brigadeiro. The sea where I learned that the best way past a tall wave is through it. It was now buried in …
Magazine • March 10, 2020
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The weight of the world rests on our shoulders. Yet the fate of the world lies beneath the heels of the rich, their carbon footprints stamped down like corporate logos.