Until We All Have Voices
I lost my voice at fifteen, when it faded into adolescent memory.
my
“Aa-E-e-e-I-i-O-U and sometimes Y-i-i-ih.”
Jars of Clay please, please, please,
E,
EEeeee-eee-eee
EEEeeee-eee-eeJesus, there’s a needle in my neck!—
It’s me.
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Meet Joe Black
I love you
snap, snap, snap
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Sarah Stankorb is an Ohio-based writer who covers politics, religion and women’s issues. Her articles and essays have appeared in publications including The New York Times, The Washington Post, Slate, Salon, CNNMoney, Longreads, The American Prospect and GOOD Magazine. She's on Twitter @sarahstankorb.
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