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spent herself. . .tattooed freak show. . .mocks me. . .harps on the lovers. . .
irrigation, sun, and hoe dust. . .my grandmother. . .wraps the anchor wire. . .must be perfect
a woman I might be related to. . .we have the same toes
cowboy lover. . .name will be young. . .handsome in my maturity
Kathleen Jesme
The animal-women rustle when they pass, leave no footprints. . .
Jason Bell
spent herself. . .tattooed freak show. . .mocks me. . .harps on the lovers. . .
Nina Paulsen
. . .brought eternity to the city. . .an angel from God. . .when she died the people. . .cried out in joy
Holly Day
. . .lock your door tonight. . .Why didn't you call me this morning?. . .
Ken Siegmann
. . .elegance of an eighty-year love affair. . .cannot see her. . .is with him still
Sage
I am the Christ. . .Soles meet in dust. . .Before the violence comes. . .
Sage
. . .my clear crutches. . .fairy godmother. . .magic. . .a wizard. . .my own hero. . .
