Possessions: Randall Jarrell
Issue #13
Spring 1978
There were days I loved women so well, I became them. I unrolled my hair in the mirror and cried. If I became myself, walked along the sidelines, and heard the shuffled gravel sounds, everything passed too quickly: the children...
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