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Sabrina
is on page 63 of 85
"Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you."
— Sep 30, 2024 09:36AM
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you."
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Sabrina
is on page 79 of 85
"Frill at the neck,
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Death-gowns,
Then two little feet.
He does not smile or smoke.
The other does that,
His hair long and plausive.
Bastard
Masturbating a glitter,
He wants to be loved."
— Sep 30, 2024 09:45AM
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Death-gowns,
Then two little feet.
He does not smile or smoke.
The other does that,
His hair long and plausive.
Bastard
Masturbating a glitter,
He wants to be loved."
Sabrina
is on page 53 of 85
"Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns"
— Sep 30, 2024 09:29AM
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns"
Sabrina
is on page 31 of 85
"Skin doesn't have roots, it peels away easy as paper.
When I grin, the stitches tauten. I grow backward. I'm twenty,
Broody and in long skirts on my first husband's sofa, my fingers
Buried in the lambswool of the dead poodle;
I hadn't a cat yet."
— Sep 30, 2024 08:59AM
When I grin, the stitches tauten. I grow backward. I'm twenty,
Broody and in long skirts on my first husband's sofa, my fingers
Buried in the lambswool of the dead poodle;
I hadn't a cat yet."
Sabrina
is on page 29 of 85
"No animal spoils on her green doorstep.
And we shall never enter there
Where the durable ones keep house.
The stream that hustles us
Neither nourishes nor heals."
— Sep 30, 2024 08:55AM
And we shall never enter there
Where the durable ones keep house.
The stream that hustles us
Neither nourishes nor heals."
