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curves like a waist Josh Pearce

curves like a waist like the upright double bass pumping out of the speakers over her head watch her turn her coarse roulette corset which will if you’re lucky part for you she cups loose fistfuls and shakes her hips and unawares dices with men’s hearts and her hair suspended in stop-motion the tangle of all the golden paths of fate we walk look at you look a tall glass on the edge of the floor its insides melting into a pale watery drink she is all the possibilities but you are all the probabilities and the night is about making the two meet, overlap, and come together

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'analogpress.net - a literary journal' | volume 4 summer 2012  

analogpress.net is an online quarterly literary journal focused on featuring the vision of today's writers, poets and artists dedicated to t...

'analogpress.net - a literary journal' | volume 4 summer 2012  

analogpress.net is an online quarterly literary journal focused on featuring the vision of today's writers, poets and artists dedicated to t...