I Found Some Pennies And Brought Them Home
Issue #36
Spring 1985
for M. A blue vein over fading bone, I kiss your pulse. Whisper becomes breath near tiny hairs. They're tipped, pinpointed like stars in the kind of night that makes me turn, like earth in a backyard garden in early...
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