June 2011
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In These Five Remaining Days by Kathleen...
After Hafez I’ve spent my life bellowing like a mule, feeling broken beneath a burden that was mine to learn to carry or the weight of another’s I could not ease. In these four remaining days, the robe, that has been my body revels in its own unraveling. Inside, a hummingbird hovers, half-inside a flower, then zips away, stitching the sky with iridescence. In these three remaining...