This morning I woke dreaming of a manI'd not undressed in fifteen years.We may as well have written letters with goose quills.Th mind's meddling, curious - why him, why now?Still, it's fun to throw spaghetti against the wall.See what falls, what sticks. Isn't this a gamewe're always losing? The root of diminution.
-Michelle Peñaloza
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