Earth, earth,
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots,
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'Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
the dark one, that other me? '
1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALS
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Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart,
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have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
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(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
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Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
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Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
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I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
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Put on a clean shirt
before you die, some Russian said.
Nothing with drool, please,
no egg spots, no blood,
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Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.
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