Eve

Editor back-issues, poetry

The truth? I couldn’t wait to split. Picturea birdcage strung up on baroque unwritten codes– like living in a police state, I told the serpent when we ducked out for a cigaretteone night near the end, just before it allblew to smithereens, just before my lewdness cracked the perfect and perfectly boring landscape(a top-ten “Places to See Before You Die”)mapped in majolica…

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