Excellent work Ms. Christina.
Your opening line catches the eye: What comes to mind is the smell of
sickly sperm.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 6/29/02 6:07:35 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< They stare, settled on their fat, orange tails
and knot my stomach, like the dream
where I'm awake with scalded, sticky skin. >>
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