I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
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I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.

— Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
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