Bored Woman at 6 p.m.
Issue #158
Winter 2023-24
The scent of mimosas and cured algae at the nape of my neck attracts no one but me. The evening’s ammonic light, busy with free electrons, rinses the curtains to ash. I finger damp calico at my calf and wonder...
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