Wedding Rings

“In the morning I’ll grow my hair and be fine…..if there’s sun for rain or rain in place of sun we’ll have a tally of resistance….I could cut throats with this tongue, make speeches so fine they’d slip beneath your skin and keep you talking….. I could swallow everything and have thoughts unsaid ready to flow from my lips………I could have mothers bringing daughters to my door and flesh by the yard…….These things, wedding rings, don’t matter to me now.”

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