Passing Out (Philip Levine Poems)
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
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