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Volume 45.3
Autumn
2014

 

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Anatomy

dawn cold light over crumpled sheets . . . my hand over her belly . . . over her sagging contours soaking warmth taking my time over her stretch marks, reading faded words of an old-intimate diary

She stops me when I reach the now long-healed incision three inches below her navel.

This one was him she says.

beyond
the moon the colour
of emptiness


by Paresh Tiwari          

 

 

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