Alison Stine Biography

Oh, it was good. I was good. You're so good,
he said. A purple miniskirt and a black
satin string. I smelled like cotton. I smoked
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We eat nothing now the source
is burning. The flanks of English
cows are black and curved as though
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It would be beautiful
were it not on my body.
Now the dark softens into red.
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Only the wolf is smiling. I tell you
this without pretense, without figure.
It is like this: only the wolf is smiling,
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Sugar dries on paper plates. The cake's
decimated and barely touched. What to do
with the balloons? A few float listlessly,
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