Anni Mirabiles Gnawed women warned me: love is something spiteful spat at us by the stars. Lust, a spit we tie ourselves to turning grinning crisping for a brief feast. Wide-eyed, I watched people slice…
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Maša Torbica is a writer, scholar, and translator living in Canada. Her recent work has appeared in The New Quarterly, The Puritan, FreeFall, and Versal. Find her at @m_torbica.