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Fragment: Master and Servant

                                    ]                                     ]in front                                     ]toward                                     ]loosen                                     ]you would be willing                                     ]slight                                     ]to be carried                                                 —Anne Carson, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho If some faceless reflection should approach me from behind, approaching me in the bedroom, & whisper hoarsely in my … Continue reading

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