Spring 2012


 

When I Get Free of Your Infernal Grip

and it all assumes the proportions of humans

I find that I don’t not love you anymore, as I thought I wouldn’t

I just love you like a human instead of like a bull-faced minotaur

man made out of gold and honey.

REBECCA WOLFF











 

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Woody Allen - “Reflexionando”