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My Skin, My Sanity
by Kat Duff
When I turned fifty, the only scar on my body was the thin trace of an incision on my right thumb where a doctor removed a sliver when I was nine
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Between
by Ana Arredondo
It is from under these
covers that Egyptian Musk rises
like heat. And I think,
you are here with me, a nightsoul
surrounding me.
It is here, that somewhere
a drop of your breath fell
or a strand of your hair pressed
night-oil on my pillow.
It is here, now, as I drift,
then twist each cover tightly
around me, that I need
them close, an impression.
Somewhere here, underneath
or in between these covers,
sweat, incense ashes, candle wax.
These blankets, how I savor them,
wishing I could creep deep
into this percale, weaving into
last night, and your skin.
 Ana Arredondo is a 2003 Graduate of the University of Illinois at Chicago’s Creative Writing MA program. She is currently working on her first collection of poems titled, Negatives. Ana lives in Chicago and works as an Adjunct Instructor of English at Richard J. Daley College in Chicago & Harper College in Palatine |
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