Conditional

Conditional When I see someone with whom I trusted my body, once or often, it remembers him. The patterns he bit into my chest redden again,…

Voodoo

for Miss Donna I can’t imagine you kept the shrunken head in a bag the whole drive up from New Orleans. All humid with hibiscus and…

Valhalla

Your boat-burning was the most beautiful I had ever seen. When we laid you down to rest you looked so peaceful that we felt guilty for…

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