Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
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