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From Chandra Mayor:

February 13, 2016

I really wanted to fuck her, the way you wake

up in the dark and can’t remember whose skin

is leaning against you but you reach out and your

hand shakes and the touch is hot like sunshine on a metal

mailbox and your thighs sigh and your heart just cracks

open and all the songs on all your tapes are talking about this.

Like that.

– From Kelvin Girls, from Poetry is Dead magazine, Issue #11

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