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Inhabit
Kelly Gray Ahead, a doe, her veined ears twitching between what is seen and unseen. Scent glands pulse and droplets fall from swollen genitals. In the dark of the woods, I enter the doe feet first; fold between organs, rest my head on the first chamber of stomach, smell fermented berries and acorns. When she…
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Wolfie Sings the Blues
Delaney Kelly Aileen Aberdeen might have blamed the dressing room fluorescents for her sallow complexion, the way her skin, taut as taffy, stretched and retained the shape of the tug, before melting like candle wax down her chin—if only she weren’t so hungry. Even her cigarette breaks ’neath the blazing sun did little to restore…
