Tag: feminism
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Black Locust Road
When Nature needs to speak, she will/ Reach into her washbag of wet roots/ Pull back handfuls of filberts, gambol/ The dice down a road/ Lined with Black Locust trees
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The Performance
She wanted to but could not; Chest hot with words Mouth even opened so Each bee could charge forth She assailed to the pillow Softness breaking into The even-softer — And I realize she hasn’t changed Even in the face of all this she hasn’t changed Enough to express a dislike for Chinese food…
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The Wagon and the Mother
The wagon full of child and apples Drawn up The orchard hills As if By mule The mother indignant about this Haul All That wagon weight Brought to completion Among fruit like Fruition Such display of independence and strength, of course With her lover pushing From behind.
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The Red Armchair, By Picasso
Seventy fingers entwined / Resting on my manifold thighs / Pointing all directions / Mostly behind
