Aja Couchois Duncan
New writing by Aja Couchois Duncan
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
cold streak
always there is somebody dying
a little bit in every breath
in every turn of the wrist
a withering
it is fall perhaps
that makes us barren
or the wind
whatever name you wish to call her
do not snap
break
yourself
in two
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