Anchovies Juris d. Ahn Part 1 “Fishy Smell” I mean anchovies I write sardines, I live in fear of becoming my father doesn’t the fear betray you too? I blame cans with keys and misremembered games -- all of us stuffed in a closet, body on body breath on breath, innocent doesn’t mean not erotic, erogenous adults take a gift too far in either di…
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