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self-portrait as domestic fowl

i. mother told me   that great grandfather got   mauled coming home   from the apothecary   in the night— big black hound broke   its rotting teeth on his arm until ginseng and gingko   spilled,   fused in the air   with fear. (his wife’s half-moon belly   survived   but he did   not) ii. i’ll tell you … Continue reading

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