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5 SUitCASE Of My LifE People gathered in our poorly lit kitchen to eat jellied pigs’ feet everyday. Or so it seemed. in my young girl’s mind those days strung together to make an eternity of strange death in the center of which was the table, the beige bowl, the clear gelatin, the hooves. i had a theory for life in general: All my faked yawns made me a wide open space of air without a purpose. Almost invisible, i was a city without lights. My name is Nancy. My mom’s is Anne. My grandmothers’ are Anastasia and Antoinette. i have a sister, Annette. When we lived together you could hear sighs from one room to another. first her, then her, her, her, then me. there were the yellow-eyed birds who refused to tell the future that itched at our hands. 6 they knew i was destined to be a silent egg, cracked open, accidentally, past my prime. they knew the big, fat cow we never named, never loved would outlive us all. ...

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