Tag: Tara Boswell
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Poetry: “A Slow Pickling” by Tara Boswell
A Slow Pickling a drowned and legless female {insert your animal here}how sweet watch her commitment to being a life raftno just a life vest c’mon you always wanted my hands around your neck right after I flip the kitchen tableupending everything we were preparing for breakfasttake notes one clove of garlic in each cheek…