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Because Sometimes
by Shannon Adele
You are popsicle
sticks carved from perfect ash plank.
I am a yellow
black wasp sucking red
sticky sap from your shoulders
trying to teach you
my religion in
two languages. One in vain
the other, jet fuel.
Well
we dont care for your
sex or votes or McDonalds
or your stock exchange
cities filled with cars
running on our sweaty skin
brown with clay and brown
our faces bearing
only Cleopatra eyes
like swords forged from glass
jaws only we are
not prize fighters we are mere
canonized mortals.
02/20/2006 Posted on 02/15/2007
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