after Eleanor Wikstrom & while writing this, mā, i am still learning how your absencebites my body bare under yellowed street lamps,carves tragedy or myth or memory out of a girl’s womb. mā, is this thedistance between girl & womanhood? tonight, against the cold- faced concrete, i sketch the city skyline, traceevery path we took down the alleys. […]
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