ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Six Issue Two |
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Afterbirth She licks the last of her own blood from the five-pound fawn, vigorous tongue imprinting, insisting, as if to say, learn me quickly or die, as if to hide from the world as long as possible this feeble life come to the woods with enough guileless gall to stand there expectantly, and wait. |