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Allison Field Bell Yesterday at the kitchen sink, my lover told me again how I can’t do it right—load the dishwasher, wash the cast iron. No soap, no scrubbing. My hands submerged in water, scalding. Today, I’d rather be a fish. Scales, gills, unblinking eyes. Curl around the toxic tentacles of that blooming […]
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