|Arlene Ang||The 2River View, 10.1 (2005)|
waver a pulse of rain, the evening
pond in late winter. The after-dinner
eyes the photographer’s lens.
of moon. She is anonymous,
of latex. Police lines throat a yellow
stump, the slaughtered doe.
the coroner’s black shoes, her red
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