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My Girlhood Apothecary
It hurt at first, having a body. My new skin itching / like an opened wound, like the daylilies splitting // the soil beside the shed. Now I lay…
Still Life with Mannequin and Leg of Lamb
I am hunger, the breadth and depth of me, / you said, & it was years before I’d learn that you were always / full of shit. The girls never…
Birds Keep Nothing in Their Bones
My Darling Z, My Feverlily - // I have been made a fool of. / The far wind harrows me: these limb-stripped / voices, this ghost pipe, a hymnal //…
Family Portrait with Rosary and Steak Knife
Because they did not then have men, / my mother and her sister gave their girls a childhood / of artichokes with bearnaise, eggs benedict // on…
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