take me, shown us all the places we could kiss if we wanted. And so,as the light died, we put our mouths on the least lovable, the too-full, the easy-bruised, we shouted, I choose you, and you, and you, andyou, and canned that hunger, and spooned it into our mouths on the / coldest days. —Franny Choi
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