Sonnet for a Lesion on the Fusiform Gyrus I have lost her letters—the ones where she called me jellyfish and praised my soft hands. They are rotting somewhere in my old house: the ink bleeding into the folds of wide-ruled paper. I try to think of her face when my skin stings—burning from the inside. […]

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