Penknife
I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at...
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Posted by Room | Nov 18, 2016 | Poetry, Reading Room
I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at...
Read MorePosted by Room | Nov 18, 2016 | Poetry, Reading Room
When I finish my first book, I wonder who’ll blurb the unsubstantiated blows my father...
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When I finally told you that my first boyfriend raped me, I was worried you would be mad When I...
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I’ve heard there is a room where hooded women enter, writing dates on the wall with the torn edge...
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Fear the caging of birds. Strangled and brown. Moving here was like crossing a river, debriefings,...
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