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Crabs in the Sand, by M.R. Bessac
Your mouth is a rabid dog. It sneers and titters, swishes sticky saliva. Starving. Snickering…
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Eclipse Occasion, by M.R. Bessac
Today, I will indulge in eye contact—Cavernous, sepia, soft (despite any hatred) I get jabbed into…
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The Loophole, by M.R. Bessac
After Ward’s Science, Dogfish Shark Dissection Guide A loophole, we…