Late Night Talks with Men I Think I Trust
Issue #107
Winter 2008-09
He’s made me smaller, taken fingernails and spoken words that leave me awake on the outskirts of this town where plum trees don’t give and dogs, chained to their houses with rope, are shot through with silver. His sisters battered...
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