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what is love?I asked my mother once, on a cloudyafternoon. She was scrubbing a plain,white shirt with her thin, cold hands–rough like the powdered detergent shebought from the dollar store with atoonie she found in between the seatsof the late-night bus, she would taketo go home after a day of scrubbingtoilets and mopping floors withContinue reading “what is love? A poem by Mari Angelica Galangco”