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She missed her period, her breasts grew tender / and for a week she was a guest in her own womb. / Alone, she felt a presence around her / inside, a larval dream.
By Cedar KoonsJuly 1983Each night since the moon passed full / she has awakened just before dawn / from a dream which she ponders then forgets / in the stillness when even the insects sleep.
By Cedar KoonsApril 1983Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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