Parched Girls

A Short Essay in Response to Yours

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I know where you get it, that confidence that rolls like oil down that self that you own, you’re like a salmon, rich with it. I stand over here, parched, and I’ll tell you exactly why. I read your essay. I think know who your father was. You talked of your father, whom you lost, and your sadness billowed bigger than any loss for my own father I could have known.

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Passionate about poetry; mine is a work in progress. I’m an editor who reads a lot, but when I read in my free time, I don’t change a word. Love to paddleboard!

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Jane Smallwood

Jane Smallwood

Passionate about poetry; mine is a work in progress. I’m an editor who reads a lot, but when I read in my free time, I don’t change a word. Love to paddleboard!