Tag Archives: Ana Maria Caballero

Dialogue

We start the dialogue hearing the last word close itself /\ first vagina yawn \/ the mood swing is mine, ok, fine every piece of angst pressed again and against (you push me to avow lack of love pounce pounce … Continue reading

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A Girlfriend for Prufrock

A not small, not ugly, not quiet, not clumsy gal, Prone to corners, hiccups, sauces and wine. Occasionally invited, But, as a guest, addressed only once and not by all. A woman-child without absolute truths, Inclined to sit straight, stand … Continue reading

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The Clothesmaker

My clothes come from places that are not immediately obvious: A forty-day South American Christmas, an attempt at youth in College, a place of blessing turned hard. Embroidering is slow, so I mix patience with excess and comfort. Embroidering can … Continue reading

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