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Hannah Bleier<\/h1>\n

Guthertz\u00a0<\/span><\/h2>\n

I wish I\u2019d met him after
\nI stopped hating myself,
\nfor he was kinder than I was,
\nmore easily pleased, and unlike me,
\ncomfortable seeming feminine,
\nwhich made him more masculine
\nas he slowly bit and sucked my lips
\nuntil they stung slightly,
\nvibrating, his blunt hands warm
\nand strong as we embraced
\nby a lawn sprinkler,
\nratty jeans sodden,
\nheard atonal wind chimes,
\nour breath catching,
\nand a breeze rustling
\nthrough the eucalyptus.<\/p>\n

Hannah Bleier<\/strong><\/span> is a special education teacher living in Brooklyn.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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