Shaving a girl’s head, and other eroticisms There is one bird singing at midnight. Two pairs of lovers’ eyes observe in infinite refractions of heat. Framed against the thought of a city and a river somewhere south, there is a long black wire trailing, purple clipper guard singing as I glide the razor over a […]

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