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For As Long As Turtles Live
Our relationship might crack as we build two babies, but turtles don’t rush.
My gay house is her body. Tall. I call it beautiful. She laughs and says, “No, squiggly.” Beautiful, I say. “Squiggly,” she insists. Beautiful squiggly. We make love every time we see each other. Her body becomes my home. The walls that help protect me, warm me. We will love each other for as long as little turtles live.
Mimi Iimuro Van Ausdall (she.they) spends most of her time with her twin three-year-olds. She can now recognize most any My Little Pony character. In her free time between teaching and tantrums--theirs and hers--she writes. She is working on two projects--a book of essays called Almost: Essays from an Almost Asian, Almost Lesbian, Almost Blind, Almost Mom and a YA novel that follows three misfit teenagers who come together to take down a racist guard during their time at a Japanese-American internment camp. Her work has appeared in Hippocampus, MUTHA, Catapult, The Journal of Lesbian Studies, among others. Twitter: @writer_mimi. Website: www.mimiiimurovanausdall.com
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