Tag: Gina Vaynshteyn
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TWO POEMS by Gina Vaynshteyn
NO BODY, NO TOWN Whiskey, my father said, can live in an oak barrel for seventy years. As for me, I shed skin, and every year I am a new girl. I need no time to marinate.
An Electronic Literary Journal
NO BODY, NO TOWN Whiskey, my father said, can live in an oak barrel for seventy years. As for me, I shed skin, and every year I am a new girl. I need no time to marinate.