by Nena Larieze Klara Kulikkova The first pairs of hands to touch her were neglectful, and so she became tarnished like a bucket left out in the rain. You could hear her hollow if you kicked it. She loves to play cover up with concealer, and control, and success and her smile can win you over; she’s a good salesman for a woman, they told her, and so they believed. Let’s say that no matter how blurry, the past’s fragments are still sewn into each and every article of this mome