Stigma Fighters: Marianne Peel
Hunger: A Poem in Two Parts Part One: Far Too Long She was gone too long, my daughter. Wrapped in Calvin Kleins that showed how flat her stomach really was. I watched her eat all the fettuccine, even slurping the noodles, nodding approval at me, letting me know I could cook this supper one more time. But she was gone too long, my