“ My skeleton doesn’t need me, I think. It’s waiting me out, tolerating my spasms, my ambitions. When I am kissing someone and our teeth bump together, jarring us both, I think: our skeletons touched.
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— Shelley Jackson - my body — a Wunderkammer
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