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Loves of His Life

by Fabienne Josaphat

There are women living in my father’s desk drawer, splayed across the cover of books, in three-dimensional flesh pale against the night, skin thin and translucent as spider’s web pierced here and there by the sharp angle of letters impaling limb and breast and torso with the muted violence of male fantasies. 

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