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Friday, April 3
Spare a Thought for Phaedra On Her Wedding Day
Worm in the cake--
pokes out
like a bauble—
doff your pretty red skull in awe.
That pink groan
grinding in bed
with your thinking—
hooks a hard waltz
at the Bloodshot Ball.
by Elizabeth Winder
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