These Shoulders

I have seen newborn eyes blinking in harsh light seeming in their depths to apprehend the mystery of ages silent, gazing wonder-struck. These eyes all-seeing ancient love unblinking. I have seen newborn shoulders— the Sharpei skin, ill-fitting velveted with palest fuzz, the palm-sized ribcage like birds' wings sheltering a tiny, sturdy, heart. Illogical contraption— padlock... Continue Reading →

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