i want to kiss you, but you don’t have a face
the effacement of the saints and the erotics of amnesia
“I want to kiss you, but you don’t have a face.”
Charlotte ate one Hershey Kiss every night before bed. The Kiss had to be earned. If she could recite the Catechism, she would receive the little tinsel-wrapped cone in the palm of her hand. Her mom would ask what the second commandment is. Charlotte would parrot back the question, then respond.
“Thou sha…
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