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friday refrains · two by jenny barber
Friday 13 July 2007 | I like a cookie
LETTER
The letter unwriting itself
like a woman taking down her hair
would explain to you
what I am doing here.
The textures of my day, with its loose weave,
the small exchanges that rankle—
everything would be so clear
you would have to smile.
The letter would be an opening: it
brings us to a tidal pool
where mussels fastened
to green walls barely stir.
I have […]
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Friday 13 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
So Mandarin found out today that, unbeknownst to her, certain persons had tracked down and assiduously read her old bl•gsp•t page for the last couple of years. For a while they also read the Un; but then, in the words of the confessing person, finally found it “too wordy,” which is I suppose predictable. Finally, […]
