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The skin I regrew/after each of our trysts is now my armor.

Read “Persephone in Tel Aviv” by my homegirl Peg Duthie.

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This was written by joannemerriam. Posted on Sunday, December 20, 2009, at 1:17 pm. Filed under People I Know, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.