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GHAZAL FOR A GIRL WITH UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR she clutches a limp white shirt, shivering, hikes her skirt and shouts bitch down the stairs into the dank alley. That's my skirt. "They only use five colors in Los Angeles." she said, got maudlin and sang gentle to photographs as she walked away, a bright light in a skirt. it is always night here and those under streetlights hum too and hover. feet leave the ground and become clicking insects. everyone can see up my skirt. as we walk she makes up stories about people through jewel windows. "its a softer world here." she cuts her feet on glass, on memory's outskirts. two too valuable dogs