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   Volume VIII, Issue I

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Poetry


from Dusk Bowl Intimacies: 24
Thomas Fink

 

Mother would prop me on her lap, going leedle leedle leedle. This imprint shouldn't have worn off by pimple hour. Everybody in my school—they were all various cheeses. My hands turned funny then, too. It's necessary for many people to need, and I've been working as a woman about this. Do you want to unburden yourself in any way?

The
nick that
bothers you most.

 

 

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