“the tremble
of insect colonies whose only presence is a sound.”
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MICRO
From the Archives: “Black Boy With Fists in Pockets” and “What The Body Remembers”
Yesterday
My body was all salt
WIT TEA
Two Tragicomic Sonnets: Special Delivery & Blaze Pizza Receipt
Vegan Cheese, Classic Dough (Vegan), Arugula
MICRO
All seven
He was so easy. I despised him for it.
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