Author Archives: Caitlin Dwyer


Two Poems by Caitlin Dwyer

Assisted Self-Immolation Your voice over the phone Recorded, no fresh meat to it Smells stale, like cigarette ash On paper dolls I used to pin Pinks and silks, big hats Paper hooks that slipped off the shoulders All dressing andmore…

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