Smell of dull incense
Coiled in the dying-out street
Late passers-by don't stop anymore
Cackling at her offspring
Like a hen would at her chicks
She chides them into place around the table
I stopped worrying one day about how I looked in the eyes of others And I was able to say “This is my body It’s been through a lot and it ...
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