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My children tickle me to laughter
My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies to contract—not in want of food—but to commemorate our survival.
Read moreWho’s she kidding?
Who’s she kidding? They tsk as she goes by. She hears them & it hurts, but shame doesn’t wear her like an an old dress. She waves.
Read morePulling on the pants, she's neutered
Pulling on the pants, she’s neutered. Does it matter that she loves her breasts, even bound? She stares at her cheekbones. “I’m still here.”
Read moreNewfound song, don’t leave me
Newfound song, don’t leave me without a struggle. I possess this elegance. Rags of the old time on fire now humming wonder from fear.
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