We are haunted women.
We carry our dead mothers' backs
fatted slabs strapped
slapdash, stapled, or
Pinned to our own. Only mine
I have chosen to surgically graft;
it could never have been
any other way.
Inbar Chava Frishman
This is my blog Like it, or not Some of it's good, (Most of it's not) But in the end, it Matters not; I Just needed someplace To ...
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