Memory Cards

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1. Sometimes you’ll find in wandering comes forth the purest truth. Brown jewish child, roots outstretching past san francisco’s city limits. Thick fog like curls curve and bounce. Ha le lu ja, jesse and Gabriel 2. Your dad’s songs and stories. A childhood. Little black sambo like golliwog reprise. Tossed into melting pot on 90’s nostalgia. All in technicolour 3. So young. Used to dream like, one day. Wish you’d been bitten. Be something, save. Save yourself, a solace found in fiction. Gain something, be. 4. For me it is patience. A soft and posting implosion. A painful realization of mortality. Fighting to own my skin. When you look into the mirror, what do you see? Bandage lines break brown flesh. Welt and indents formed. Hollow 5. When was kin made synonymous to sin? To begin again would be to strip body of false ideas of what worth means . When did subjecting self to torture become synonymous to survival? Where does living meet surviving? Where does surviving become existing again? 6. You for the second time find inspiration in femininity. How funny. Look how far you’ve run from such a thing.


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Leo Sherman. Age 18, sometimes gets mistaken for older, most of the time quite younger. A nose that is slightly sloped if looked at from the side protrudes from his face, a rich warm brown. Sparse black hairs cover his brow bone and flecks of pigments his forehead and cheeks, while crinkling almond shape eyes are supported by a ring of black lashes that appear to fan out. Their curve carrying the weight of independent histories, crashing together on one body. Dark eyes sparkling with a wholesome mischief, coping with historical trauma, coping, mischief. A heavy metal is found between the nostrils, its point resting softly on his cupid's bow, accenting his mouth, lips full and slightly puckered, as if in annoyance or vague displeasure. His chin is unremarkable while one ear seems to stick out giving him an uneven appearance. Brown locks fade into a soft green upon his head, short hair curling in a corkscrew pattern, and star of david resting on collar bone.

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