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Poems Anna Sears |
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Easter Break 1966 Across the desert run the tracks beside the motel in Indio where I trail behind my first lover weeping because Ayn Rand has convinced him I don't deserve his love Across the desert run the freight trains each car carrying two tanks, four jeeps two tanks, four jeeps two tanks, four jeeps . . . |
on their way to the coast dry motel swimming pool full of sand Woman Hangs dissolving in smoke from killing altars as saviors clash on darkling plains fury bloodwarm in every ear, swim against it let it carve you naked to slip through and touch her with ten eyed fingers.  |
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