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it's june 5th, and exactly two years ago i
kicked paddles until my ankles turned to
stone. all my tita could say was, i'm sorry,
kay. i'm so sorry. i felt far away
from the philippines, farther than i
thought was possible.
i don't get along with death. which is odd,
because we've become so close. this isn't
a good kind of anniversary and in twenty
days i will think of my dad's death too.
http://www.dropmagazine.com/audio-erykah-badu-telephone/
it's june 5th, and exactly two years ago i
kicked paddles until my ankles turned to
stone. all my tita could say was, i'm sorry,
kay. i'm so sorry. i felt far away
from the philippines, farther than i
thought was possible.
i don't get along with death. which is odd,
because we've become so close. this isn't
a good kind of anniversary and in twenty
days i will think of my dad's death too.
http://www.dropmagazine.com/audio-erykah-badu-telephone/