Worm, (to a rumor of lilies)
Issue #99
Spring 2006
Ach—the gravitas of the hunt. I. Digestive turned blue so the woman said. Said, I write my own islands, and red, red. Was urinary. Under the astigmatic lens of her naked eye she followed the tracts. Looking at worms for...
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