Bobbi Lurie

  FLORIDA   I wake at eight. It's too late to join the others for supper. I decide to watch television instead. I flip through the...
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Terence Winch

We have had enough of your hands / and arms, your shoulders that have // more screws in them, more knots / and gnarls than the floorboards. // Now they want to suck the fat / out of your belly and inject it into // your sagging brain.

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