In 1916 Helen Keller and Peter Fagan were briefly, and secretly, engaged. Fear unfurls in her throat like Mother’s peonies— how they open and open, hands inside of hands. And heat curls her hair into angry bees, leaves welts at her jawline. Her skirt, layered like the peony, complicates walking. Yet she loves what is … Continue reading Delicate
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