Posts Tagged "thirteen"


by on Oct 2, 2012 in Poetry | 0 comments

by Rachel Swirsky   Jacob’s wife is always screaming: Cheat! Scoundrel! Layabout! Scrooge! Jacob takes solace in the mausoleum. Girls there are quiet.   He finds a dead woman, worms in her mouth. They court, cavort. Three dead fetuses swell her dead womb, born blue and silent....

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