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Volume Three Issue Two

Lois Marie Harrod

Marlene Mae Likens Her Mother to Omega

She has become as old as yesterday without the yea. For eighty-nine years she had said nay to ink and lay, Then her mouth opened like a maw of great white teeth. Eyes had not seen. Not above. Not below. Her finny yes. Her toothy O.