by Metta Sama October 12, 2011 Poems of the Week
To Women Waiting at the Gynecologist -Anarcha’s Ballad Deep inside this cabin, deeper still into the darkness arising like fumes, like odor of woman, broke, harnessed in a body, by the bodies of men who believe me animal, wild, and numb because my body be black, be able, be stank after childbirth, ruined, cast out [...]
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He Who Talks With A Fist And The Voyeur How Hippothales hides How he hides behind rice stalks How he is knee deep in rice beds listening _____as bears migrate .How migration is manifold .How it starts to unfold from thigh to ass .How fingers are five migratory birds purposeful _____they move inland _____expand _____one [...]
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