Kimberly Gomes

RIGHT NUMBER

 

Saints disagreed with her as she counted all of the men she tacked on her
hips, not needing a belt to hold herself up, to hold herself separate from
her loves and her lusts. She counted to ten and the saints said,
‘Keep counting,’ so she let the remaining numbers float up into the fog and find
home in the clouds where echoes of her hips could make rain. 

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