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Café au lait, s'il vous plaît.

On ‘G-Day’ (or General Day– kudos to kith and kin for the gem of a witticism) or the day that cursory care of my body is succeeded by meticulously preening á la the birdies and kitties, I oft pause to ponder the rich lore vis-à-vis birthmarks. 326 more words

On the Playground

On the Playground

I saw it first

from a distance.

It was bright red

splotchy

and looked as if

strawberry jam

had landed on the boy’s cheek… 142 more words

Poetry