Girls
Remember butterscotch days and flipflops on tacky pavement? When pitch-high laughter and the cadence of your mother scattered our fingers? That time. When mismatched pattern and jigsaw blocks spoke faintly of our...
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An Analysis of Ancient Scythian Religious Practices; or, A Day in the Life of a Transgender Soothsayer
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? —Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn” ——— I awake shortly before dawn, rising silently...
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