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2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
poetry
After the surgery, my mother dipped a rag into a hissing
bucket of Pine-Sol, scrubbed away the musk-metallic
blood from the flesh-toned seat…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
poetry
After the surgery, my mother dipped a rag into a hissing
bucket of Pine-Sol, scrubbed away the musk-metallic
blood from the flesh-toned seat…
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