it is amazing. the variants there are of girlhood - cracked spectacles leak glitter, plastic, gel, the virus spreads with every definition. we are a mixture of brain and heaving lung - one keeps, one kills the other. priests say - "are loving and consuming not the same?" do not swear at my body (my brain, my blood). you should not name it (not priest and not another woman). we must not make more names than there are people we must not pick a person for a name lena o. (she/her) lives relatively near an ontarian nuclear reactor. most poetry sprouts from, in no particular order, southern ontario swamps, retro sci-fi illustrations, conversations with girls, the internet, greek myth. Comments are closed.
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