ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Two Issue Two |
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First Light Love — for Diki Once I thought I'd found love but it was a monkey skin swinging from a curtain rod. When I tickled its chin, it jabbed me with toenails. I felt so pricked, spotted with holes, a constant downpour raining through my shocked mouth. So much for that story. Now I think love is a cream for rubbing on my chest that makes me smell good when I step out of the bath, softening my heart with a certain carelessness, and something else. |