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Sep 2019
like virginie—
despentes, you know—
the null of detente
a wellspring of womanly violence.

mother purses her
lips at me: “be
a lady.” (but
how can i when
i’m angry?)

later: de-escalate
bruises with bare
skinfuls of ice.
i picked a fight with myself
and lost.
Written by
Lynne Mason
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