Robin Coste Lewis, from “Plantation,” phantom limb (Spring 2013)
I wondered if you thought we were lost.
We weren’t lost.  We were loss.
And meanwhile, all I could think
about was the innumerable ways
I would’ve loved to have eaten you.  How
being devoured can make one cry.
posted 5 years ago on 9th October
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