A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
delight wheels like prayer
flinging night like doubt
on the parapet of dawn
our details are all spent
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Already unthinkably wild things have been done and said (by my mom, natch) and wilder things have been said in support (by Big A who is her ...
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