When I think aboutthe loneliness we carry in our arms,that soft body as if without bones,there will always be someone reminding me it's time to pull the trash bins to the curb or checkthe bread in the bin for mold,or that it is past midnightand morning … Read on blog or Reader Via Negativa Read on blog or Reader Carrying By Luisa A. Igloria on September 29, 2024 When I think about the loneliness we carry in our arms, that soft body as if without bones, there will always be someone reminding me it's time to pull the trash bins to the curb or check the bread in the bin for mold, or that it is past midnight and morning is only a few hours away. In our hearts, we want to tend every hurt like it is our own child, not because we birthed them, but because we don't know how long before we all turn to stone. Comment

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