When He Left:
Index of First Lines

A heal is a cut made before birth
A month later I became a dim blue road
A tooth cracking against my tongue
And an orange opens against my teeth
Are women like this? Cherished and unkind
Because that year I was never alone
Cigarette sweating against the open window
Don’t you know how much I asked for?

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