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this year, i resolve to… listen to leonard cohen recite his poem “fingerprints” while we drink red needles in the arizona dusk chat with margaret atwood over lunch about her creative writing process; i will call her “peggy”
A silver pendant drawn against my neck; its metal mouth open. Rain pellets tap the window, like impatient fingertips.