MY OWN
By: Iris P. Concepcion

There is a sullen feeling all over. I am dwelling in my hometown, gaunt, spocked with scars, my armpits have boils and my toes are riddled with uncut cuticles.

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Now reverse everything.

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The exact opposite is happening. My imaginary kids are all fat. And riding in space shuttles to dodge something of the unknown. Ha. Paste smiley here.

And I think much is given thanks to those who are blessed much.