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Sally Hosokawa

Parasitic she had thrown me out of the house sunday morning but when my starved eyes laid watch on your succulently curved hips, the raw meat on your bones under your collagen-rich flesh, i couldn’t stay satiated just by licking your luscious lips with a faraway gaze, so my microscopic larval body crept closer to your unbitten skin until on tuesdays i was lingering outside your gym waiting for your car to depart before rushing to the basket of juicy towels to bring your moist terry cloth to my nostrils and inhale the saline scent of your heavenly sweat. thursdays i would wait behind your house, giddy for nightfall when i could open the treasure chest of your garbage, snotty tissue by snotty tissue, cradling lollipop wrappers that you lovingly fingered open and sucking on the peels of your half-consumed oranges. if i got lucky i excavated the golden nut of your pussy band-aid, fortune of dna. you noticed finally your loving admirer at your favorite bar asked me my name but got up to urinate before i uttered a word, you clearly too intoxicated to converse.

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The Round, Fall 2014: Issue XI  

Enjoy the eleventh issue of "The Round," a literary and visual arts magazine based at Brown University in Providence, RI.

The Round, Fall 2014: Issue XI  

Enjoy the eleventh issue of "The Round," a literary and visual arts magazine based at Brown University in Providence, RI.

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