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Room

i’m a different woman in every room              in the kitchen efficient              operative as forkquiet in the bedroom                tiptoe to avoid discourse           the weight of telling youeverything is fine       nothing happened        in the…

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The Story of the Bee

It was summer and everything had fallen apart. But I’d not yet lost hope. It was one of those descents where you feel free almost, so long as you can sense some light somewhere to…

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