Sunday, January 24, 2021

Nestled in the crooks

And how about crannies, too. Tactile and bold. Each with her own room. Or should I say, a squash of one's own.
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  1. Susan E. GangelFebruary 21, 2021 at 12:53 PM

    Ten times.
    No, twenty.
    Everyone's parking in my spot.
    She was lost without her dictionary, doubting everything she heard.

    The sum total of my wandering parts, a peculiar geography, an oval room
    without a door--and yet, windows large enough to crawl through.


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