There is body in the coat closet in the hall by the front door, body under the bed in plastic bins, a pile in the garage by the recycling bin.
MICRO
MICRO
Cycles
Another brown body
hits the dust, / and our cries
dance,
TRANSLATION
Six Poems from Frayer
In houses all alike women embroider / your future on moccasins sold / to tourists. It's as if the light is waning.
POETRY
“I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame”
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
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