Tag: Sam Sax
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Three Poems by Sam Sax
I.35 i watch him touch him self over a screen and pretend it is with my hands how you pull a quiver from an arrow. he moans and i grow jealous of the satellites.
An Electronic Literary Journal
An Electronic Literary Journal
I.35 i watch him touch him self over a screen and pretend it is with my hands how you pull a quiver from an arrow. he moans and i grow jealous of the satellites.