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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Maternity Leave


Baby at her breast

Red crumpled hair and sleepy mouth

Speaks of the possibilities raised by our shared ancestry

'we'd cover ourselves with woad and hallucinogens, have sex with the horned one--

to her husband, dark, brooding, fretting the drive, gathering toys while his wife lingers at table--

'You take the baby and prepare to flee the Pharoah

We'll be over there in the corner

Dreaming, singing, keening.

Naked and painted blue.'

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