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Poem

Flawbag There is the girl, woman this 3:02p.m., midway on twinkling crosswalk between sycamores. Her voice thumps her hip, tucked in a dropped-bottom bag working on its 5th black clippable shoulder strap. Walk-lope, now: she doesn’t like you. If you … Continue reading

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