Issue #4  



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Red
blood
spatters
on white tiles -
porcelain bathtub
contains a fortune-teller's life.

 

She
said
demons
would be here,
but all I  see is
my reflection in the mirror.

 

Two
cups
of tea
in the sun.
A park bench to rest
legs too weary for my age.


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