This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
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The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
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Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
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The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
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The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
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Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
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We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
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A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
but I've never seen wheat in a pile.
Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots
make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek
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Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
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The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl
is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.
Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself
under ripples of conversation and debate.
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