Diaspora

Molly Peacock
August 2011
I could lose you, but I haven’t so far. I might amuse you, but I daren’t, so far. I could confuse you, but I won’t, so far. Would I refuse you? No, I say. I’ve chosen you, yes, this far from where I was born, faraway from where I woo you, using my hands to soothe you, meeting your hands . . .
Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 3. Purchase the book to read the full piece.
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