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Kimberly R. Fulton
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The summers were all watermelon. Mom would cut that big green candy skin wide open, the knife plunging into the deep pink fruit belly. I was five…
/ In the young room, we sit between / the sinks. Sister’s small legs dangle – / she is all nightgown and toes. Her shins are plump with…
The flies, smaller even than the girl / / pupils that dilate, widening with / / accordion breath, inhaling the light. / / / / The…
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