Thoughts on the March: “I blame my burnt sugar skin”
I began to forget myself at birth. I lost sight of my fingers and the aorta in my chest. I forgot my hot beating blood and my nails. I forgot my
Bindhu Swaminathan
I began to forget myself at birth. I lost sight of my fingers and the aorta in my chest. I forgot my hot beating blood and my nails. I forgot my
