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First Time Nanna
my first seduction
was with a bowl of stale feta,
a tragic affair with a refrigerator
that wouldn't shut.
crumbs scattered like apology,
i whispered sweet nothings,
"eat me, make me whole”
the hinge creaked,
and i poured out,
wanderlust in the cheap cheese,
another unloved abandon, me.
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Beatrix Macabre
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