"When I see my name etched in marble or granite, I remember the stories told by my family of my uncle’s closed-casket funeral: a box of body parts & my grandmother clawing at the lid. When I die, I want to be anonymous, with no memorials…."—from "Blood Drive" minorliteratures.com/2024/02/07/b...
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Growing up I was certain I wouldn’t live to be twenty. The name given me had come with a deadline. An expiration date. It would happen one Halloween. I was sure of it. Or a few days before. I was n…