• Poetry Friday: Gravity | Maura O’Connor

    Dena February 3, 2012

    Gravity | Maura O’Connor Today I am fragile pale twitching insane and full of purpose. I’m thinking of my lover: my soft hips pressing his coarse belly, my tongue on a salmon nipple, his hand buried in my thick orange hair the telephone ringing. I’m thinking we tend our illnesses as if they are our children: fevered screaming demanding attention and twenty dollar bills, hours we could have spent making…

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