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Calling Workman’s Comp About Her Broken Heart

… Don’t defecate where you dine, they say. But she didn’t listen, and so here she is, bossed crossed tossed lost, bearing (wearing) nothing but a pink slip.     …

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Grinding Stones

… Seems small, but this story spans the sky, everything under the sun, a sneeze of past. The way we move as one, scars at core, suffering ink. The way we think in syll -a -bled phrasings, first nicks, wild … Continue reading

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