January 2011
12 posts
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Jan 29th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 24th
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Pale-skinned Witness
Pale-skinned witness, the men are singing so stamp bell-ridden to cradle song, you  Six Nation women. I am you and not you. But Namegiver she love me  as if I were not so white. His fingers, he love me  to darkness. Like striking clangbang  rumblerattle feet drum in my dust  I live! I eat! The men who wrote me voracious  never knew living so consumed. -   —- One of my daily drabbles, or...
Jan 21st
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Jan 19th
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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...
Jan 19th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 10th
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Jan 8th
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Jan 4th