is what we called her. The story was
that her father had thrown Drano at her
which was probably true, given the way she slouched
through fifth grade, afraid of the world, recess
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Everything about Ms Duhammel's stuff resonates a visceral back whine. Like swinging newly lifted intestines from Life's corporeal mess, , to extract a chord dichotomy
She had acne scars before she had acne—poxs and dips and bright red patches. a fine poem desctiptive of the particulars. tony