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The Other Press . November 30, 1994

 

no one unc Eerccands
they try and try
but they can’t relate to1

cause i'm so fucking
& deep
No, t the flightless du

 

i couldn't Sicltheats ta
Cause lam so d
and you're not.
Becatisg you sue down the hall _a middle class life waiting
In those three minutes | memorized you
that claw pink hand in a fist
that will have my gestures not my scars
| looked at the door as you went
and I’m sure at six pounds —_ seven ounces

you waved goodby.

by darren ¢

 

 

 

‘ Laurette Ireland

 

Snapshots of India’s Perfume
‘aburning woods

ies of women perform morning
tions in the thick chocolate river.

  
  
 
 
 
 
 

   

 

My Love Lost Is

   

Kind in heart, Y
Affection, what she wants most ins
Redemption is the key to her life,