Mother-of-Pearl

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Fake pearls dangle over my unclasped breasts, so realthey hang above my waist. From time to time,I clutch them. Mornings, I grasp for the feelingof being touched: thumb strumming my ribcage,fingertips smoothing my hairline. I can barely graspthe concept of time—light given off by a cold star.I feel naked without a watch. My father gambledhis […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/12/22/mother-of-pearl-ama-codjoe/

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