by Jaimie Gusman
It is Tuesday. It is Sunday.
It is napkins and Windex
and garbage bags on Monday.
When I arrive the oven
is already on, burning
a place for her to stand. Continue reading
by Jaimie Gusman
It is Tuesday. It is Sunday.
It is napkins and Windex
and garbage bags on Monday.
When I arrive the oven
is already on, burning
a place for her to stand. Continue reading
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