Sylvia Plath hits the town in the first of what we hope is a successful series of renowned writers’ party testimonials. The sin. The sin. What are we to do here but wrestle with each other’s bones? Radio echoes through my skeleton and yours, too, but its pulse is too quick. Our bodies grow greasy […]
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