After the sexSalwa C. Jabado
my smoothed over breasts eye me like plaintive fish swimming, doubling back, flitting briefly in the mirror as I bend to fill a glass of water in the sink. Straightening up my waist appears cinched and saddle high a v on either side delineating the well-handled masa-bowl of my belly. Happily disbelieving transformations, I turn out the light, sending fish and flesh to bed.
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