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For My Brother

I have never known a closeness like that. —Anne Carson The backseat of dad’s car, warm limbs pressing, stale sleep smell in our mouths. Whenever heads touched, our dreams were related by blood. It all was a kind of magic then. Now, I get off the plane…

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In My Next Life Let Me Be a Tomato

lusting and unafraid. In this bipedal incarnation I have always been scared of my own ripening, mother standing outside the fitting room door. I only become bright after Bloody Mary’s, only whole in New Jersey summers where beefsteaks, like baubles,…

4 tygodnie temu

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