“Not despite, you say, because / You’ve been looking in the bathroom mirror / of our Santa Fe adobe house, beneath stained vigas / wearing your orange sports bra / and half-buckled blue jeans”
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“He was there. / In the cold metal of the broken door frame, / in the dying heat of the laughter in the room— / The dewy grass of the backyard, / the heat of her velvety scream.”
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A very special Holiday short story from Krizia Bruno – Feliz Navidad, Kittens!
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poetry by Francesca Wilkin
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