Wednesday 20 September 2017

Francesca Bell

Francesca Bell

  Letter to the Man Who Said I Stayed on His Brain Like a Hit of Acid That Wouldn’t Kick In   I thought of you this morning, our six...
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Francesca Bell

Francesca Bell

I peer into the little darkness / her flesh holds, // thinking how a person can’t stop herself

Francesca Bell

Francesca Bell

Each month comes the reminder / of the gash God made in me. / I like to think He made it / with one finger, the way an artist / will reach right into a painting / and finish it off.

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