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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Alicia Mooney-Flynt


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Aftermath

2 hands and 1 body lined
with age, all points at zero X,
not sure of Y –some days 2
in his equation, most days 1
on the grid because I complain
and why shouldn't I? 37
and that's it: 37 = 1. This mystery
of X and Y not plotting a point–
no dot on the line, no egg
becoming. It's both of us really.
I formulate that I am the margin
of error, and he doesn't talk
or touch now: sex = work.