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Public Housing

by Neesa Suncheuri
No One is Disabled.
Candy wrappers and tampons under the bed.
Some ants feast, corpses of older generations remain.
In the corners underneath furniture,
Mouse droppings…
Yet still, mine is a civilized home.

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Depression by Neesa Suncheuri

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide.

My heart is warm.  At least, it’s warmer than your heart.  How do I know?  Because every time I hold your hand, it feels warm.  Maybe that doesn’t make sense.  But I once heard someone say, “cold hands, warm heart.”  So I can only guess that warm-handed people are cold-hearted.

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