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When You Try to Make Sense of a Breakup Through Racism

Issue 25 by Michelle Renee Hoppe

My paintings and art therapy hang loosely on his walls. The felt coloring I did in the hospital washes out to white. It sticks to the fridge still facing the sun. He holds my hands, looking at me with more love when I am sick than when I am well. He holds me and tells me it will be all right. It will be all right.

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