Asthma in Summer: Family Vacation at Virginia Beach

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        The oppressive night
like a blanket. Layers
        of wetness on
my bronchial tubes, my
        limbs; my
husband’s body
        ​on top of me. I
want to walk out, to the bay,
        ​the ocean, to a
mountain, to a place of
        ​stars.
                 In my dream,
men keep women’s
        ​selves,
women’s souls, in
        ​little jars along
the mantel, and it makes it so
        ​​much easier. Then
the women hold the broom,
        ​​the fork, but
not the knife. At Kokoro,
        ​​the …

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