Poetry
Summer 1993
Who Knows
where his tumor came from? My husband wants to bury it in the food we eat: wine or no wine, what does it drink? The mysterious X and Y of […]
Poetry
Summer 1993
The Fighter
1. It’s the thrill of moving too fast to think. The body’s sweet hunger drives you like the sex you can’t resist. You’re sixteen again, shaking off reason; just the […]