Questions and Answers

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Question mark meanders like a curl of smoke ascending heavenward, a supple supplicant, innocent yet insistent, only to cool, drift sideways, bend back under itself– expectant and intrusive its round, ripe belly belies the truth of what it holds– then descending,    a dagger ready to dig in deep * It was a simple question. Is this your son’s coat?…

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