Tag: Judith Curtis

Poem: Standoff

By Judith Curtis   She, perched on platforms, short silk dress stretched tight, the glimmer of a sneer, every inch of visible skin blaring her youth; the I-dare-you-to-say-anything arrows striking me dead on.   I glare back at her, this inverse self, this opposite of clone, this obstreperous kite battling the wind she needs to …

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