Sugar Baby
twirling curlingsprings and ropes reaching vein-writhing, urningspulling you in with earthy grasps, shares divine tears of
Three faces filled this room once
Glossy like a serpent scale catching shining light beside the daytime flame, the glass now slowly
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Phantom Womb Syndrome
My ovaries are unremarkable, the report says. Hormone-radiant little moons, stale little sugar cookies, a left/right
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The Box on the Bridge
I Hellish yet rising to heaven, they couldn’t look away. It wasn’t a bridge; it was
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