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My skin sack was taken to the Hall of Pictures
in the Capitol. My Zipps seemed made
to slide across the marble floor.
This land I watch over / is a place with old stories / and plant medicine. / It is earth a mountain lion walks . . .
We were, all of us, ethered
when the window broke. Soon after, the floor
Western intervention may ultimately contain the latest Ebola outbreak in the DRC. But at what cost?
High Life embraces the beauty, terror, and shit of material existence.
The long afterlife of Valerie Solanas