–Buenos Aires, Argentina Only the war was real for her. Only his pistol-hard body. Only its starched green uniform, pants dropped to spit-shined boots. Only his gin-breath, his grunting over her pinned-down body. Only the gasp of his finish, the hard slap to end it. ** Only his jacket remains. […]
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Sore back, busted hip, a pimple in my left ear, headache, toothache, scabbed up knuckles from dry winter skin, plus GERD, a lazy eye, double-vision, thrice broken wrists, rage towards my mother, anxiety, and a stone-dumb brother to boot. Not to mention the scorched mess in Iraq, Kashmir, Sudan, Somalia, […]
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