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Autobiography of Web // Serena Solin

I donned the solemn

costume of my father

to debate our slipping

futures and the law.

I loved a man

in an equine mask

who called himself

salt horse horse.

As in noh, women

were played by boys

cloverleafing on the stage

at rigid, predetermined angles.

I was recognized many times.

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Serena Solin lives in Brooklyn by way of Leonia, NJ and St. Louis, MO. Her work has appeared in Fence, Ghost City Press, Queen Mob's Teahouse,The Atlas Review, and elsewhere.

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