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“O Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!”
-- Marie-Jeanne Roland
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In a kinder world you and I would be separatedby barbed wire atop concrete walls with smooth raked sandbelow, so trespassers stand out to the tower gu..
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(Dialysis, Spring 2009)In my blood garbage crowds the imagined streetsthey refuse to pick up. No onecomes to cut the branches,which thrash against my ..
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Please do not forget how it sounded,when the thirsty, power-starved cityswallowed every light pool it owned,and, in that leaching, our shadowyapartmen..
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Let that monster scream its entire length. I haveno right to wonder what life is like under the train. On the news a drunken woman fell onto the track..
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i told my secrets into your cupped hands,
you poured them back into my wounds
like a salve
and used your hair as gauze
wrapped about my body
to..
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summer hands the reins of my life
back over to me again, apologetically,
driving into the sleeping town
where their eyes raise and lower
like dre..
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