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Tue, 15.10.2024

BLADES by C.K. Williams

When I was about eight, I once stabbed somebody, another kid, a little girl.I’d been hanging around in front of the supermarket near our houseand when she walked by, I let her have it, right in the gap between her shirt and her shortswith a piece of broken-off car antenna, I used to carry around […]

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these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don't like to be... HOMAGE TO MY HIPS by Lucille Clifton
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