The Ache by Tolonda Henderson

When it gets real bad and I want to use so I can hallucinate her back to me, I call the hotline. Hearing a stranger describe her hair or the little outfits I bought her means the drugs didn’t create her, even if they destroyed her. That helps me sleep.

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Tolonda Henderson is a poet, a librarian, and a Harry Potter Scholar. Since 2011, she has been writing and performing from the unique perspective of a queer African-American woman. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Freeze Ray Poetry, Big Lucks Journal, and Open Letters Monthly.

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