Hollow Bones or Dead Teeth
He sat, Clasped hands, Sometimes clattered on the desk, Wearing his nails long; Hollow bones or dead teeth, Criticizing, Moving with gestures- -Words on gender and pleasure. One must point the finger...
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where gin drinks made wet rings upon wooden floors, as open windows became sirens ringing in my ears.
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St. Anthony Main was taken on a summer’s dusk through an old camera lens, near the Mississippi and giant cotton woods, people in dress—exposed flesh, on bike, on foot, on patios seeming elegant. The...
View Articleadulting in st paul on a saturday, and then belfast
here for an empty glass growler once filled with coins. $52.something. turned into food. the capital hanging its pale dome on the dim shoulders’ of University Ave in the fore. there, loving couples at...
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