Dead Name Elegy with Strap-on
Issue #143
Spring 2020
A certain holy, the black nylon straps becoming funeral dress. My body, a white shroud draped over yours. We make two definitions of the word bury & let them both lead us to forget. Your old name, thrashed down my...
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