Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Clara

her eyelashes unfurl
strands of her black oiled hair
coil and uncoil as if in utter unrest
then she boldly bares her life in public
speaking truths from her expanded chest
like cats we curl around the room purring for more

Text by Jasmine Low

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