Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
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