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Wounded like me, willing to talk, knowing / What a scarecrow cancer is, how people don’t / Want to linger near that kind of news, including / Friends who mean well, look away, act as if / They can’t hear, humming in their ear, “You’re / Human, human, human, you poor thing,
— from “Fellows”
By Mark Smith-SotoJuly 2006Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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