What I’m Reading:
I found a photograph of me
turning ten, a rough rope
tied around my waist, a reminder
of the sins I kept and counted:
stolen chocolates and play
cigarettes. Behind me, friends
fastened tails to the tattered ass
of a paper donkey. Those were
the lip gloss years, serious
and uncomely.
— Amy Thatcher / “Unholy”
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