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By Anastasia Jill

 

She is four foot ten inches of lesbian metaphors, stuffed thighs, and a hand that works magic – brujeria between the eyes and alchemy in your thighs that are sitting in fire ants, covered in honey.

Her skin is the color of raging tungsten – her eyes a steampunk fantasy.

You don’t know her.

You don’t need to;

You know Ex Machina when you see it.

 

Anastasia Jill is a queer poet and fiction writer living in the southern United States. She is currently an editor for the Smaeralit Anthology. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Poets.org, Cleaver Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE, Ambit Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, Hawai’i Pacific Review, Varnish Journal, and more.

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