What would you have me hide under silk?
—Mahadeviyakka
In aisle 8,
she asks,
How are you?
Eviscerated.
Untethered.
Endarkened.
Alive.
You tell her,
Great.
May 13, 2011 by Rosemerry
What would you have me hide under silk?
—Mahadeviyakka
In aisle 8,
she asks,
How are you?
Eviscerated.
Untethered.
Endarkened.
Alive.
You tell her,
Great.
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