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Ghost Teeth, by Dena Rash Guzman

My dead and buried speak from the memo­r­i­al cards inside my white Bible. They com­mand through their ghost teeth, “Again.” Grace! There is no again. The leaves turn red and turn gold. I go old, writ­ing soft­ly, pulling down inky words like snuff spit into great-grandma’s tin can. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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