Here is the library of my longings,said the philosopher, gesturing toward stacks of books still unread. In the yard, a stonyplot of irises that bloomed earlierin the season—only their browngauze wrappers left on softenedstalks. This is how desire wor…  | Luisa A. Igloria June 3 | Here is the library of my longings,
said the philosopher, gesturing
toward stacks of books still unread.
In the yard, a stony
plot of irises that bloomed earlier
in the season—only their brown
gauze wrappers left on softened
stalks. This is how desire works
after its forthright articulation. | | | |
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