January 2011
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Sorry, T. || Brenda Shaughnessy
Sorry, T.
but I’m a ghost. Do you understand that the person you love is fleshy and heavy from hip to boot to make up for this? There’s a name for it: Brenda, but I can’t fool everyone. Even if I have convinced you, and I don’t bruise easily, that I am yours to strong-arm and throttle. Even when you force me to become of this world—of this cold floor. I can do so...
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