The Clasp (Sharon Olds Poems)
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks ...
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks ...
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ...
To say that she came into me, from another world, is not true. Nothing comes into the universe and nothing ...
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
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