Self-Portrait As a Slinky

Self-Portrait As a Slinky It’s true I wanted to be beautiful before authentic. Say the word exotic. Say minority— a coiled, dark curl a finger might wrap itself in—the long staircase, and I was the momentum of metal springs descending down and down—say tension. The long staircase, and I was a stacked series of spheres... Continue Reading →

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