Guest poet Kylie writes in honor of Maia’s fifteenth birthday. at age 15 she does a squirmy dance. hair of a man on her legs, on her head; of a goddess. wearer of Chacos, whose eyes disappear when she smiles a grin so wide her face should split. heart of a lioness. squeal of a pig. peals of laughter come from deep within a soul untainted. no... more »
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