Meet Carol Carpenter
Published on Compose:
Words from the Showerhead on My Birthday Clearing of the throat: Nagged and pounded,straight down wet.You glistened. You forgot: the meat thawedand red-runspoiled. Hotwater leashed,treated on schedule,a city decree,a birthday trust in purity. You remembered: white, the coconut cake,blue-tipped orange,the…
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