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Johan's cataracts weren't a blight
Johan’s cataracts weren’t a blight on memory, sound. Beyond the fog was whistling cane & Mia humming in the yard as she hung the washing.
Read moreI'm wearing someone else's underwear
I’m wearing someone else’s underwear, not yours. It’s softer, clings gently to my thighs, hugs where you go astray; fits just so. #TCTC
Read moreAt the hot springs in Nagano
At the hot springs in Nagano my kimono fights me as you quietly enter the room. With a turn, a fold, a knot you join my body with the cloth.
Read moreSelena is the kind of girl
Selena is the kind of girl who carries her feelings in separate colored pocketbooks. Today’s is blue. She openly laughs at old men.
Read moreMy sister's hair is
My sister’s hair is like a frayed straw hat, her belt gone, as is one sock. She is so giddy; victory, a bright green flag in her hand.
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