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“Poor girls are easy because they think you’ll buy them shit,” John said.
I looked for it in the afterlight lapping the edge
of the long valley. I sought it in canopy, in the horizon’s
fringe, past. . .
Our bodies presented themselves as allegories / to untangle. Then rain blurred the forest.
Radiation, film, trauma, the elements: to expose is a one-way verb. The nuclear reactor knows nothing of the bodies it degrades.
Looking beyond the nonprofit industrial complex.
How the United States abetted mass murder to save the world from communism.