Primordial Mirror By Ama Codjoe

Primordial Mirror By Ama Codjoe I was newly naked: aware of myselfas a separate self, distinct from dirt and bone.  I had not hands enough, and so, finally, uncrossed my arms. In trying to examine one body part, I’d lose sight of another. I couldn’t  imagine what I looked like during the fractured angles of sex. At the river’s edge, […]