DESOLATE DAYS
On days like today, I sense a cold wind flourishing inside me, making room for the thriving tree of my desolation
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Golden Girls
Golden Girls” “Away with your youth” mama used to say; She’d climb onto me, become me; Slither under my untightened bow like hopes; Snatching away the coins that my body …
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