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1:54 amTonight it's stinging while I *** / Men plucking bottles from bins below the window / Must be watching me
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Jun 11, 2010
A WIC Clinic Waiting RoomA baby from Burundi sits next to me today. / He coos and drinks and swallows his mother’s milk. / His father speaks Swahili. Smiles, tells me that his last son
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Jun 10, 2010
ExterminationOld age in the cities / Vanished / In the beginning.
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Jun 19, 2010
Genocide TourismThe tour guide asks / If I'd like to photograph / The bullet hole
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Jun 11, 2010
Giving Help or HeadLeaning over your desk, staring at calculus / I learned to solve at sixteen. / I’ll direct you to the nearest solution-
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Jun 15, 2010
Haikus for BostonI. A1 Love / Adam drips steak sauce / Leaves you, trails, closed dorm room doors
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Jun 10, 2010
Inevitable?I. To Those Who Died / If I had a glass to raise / I'd pour champagne on
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Jun 19, 2010
Infinite GenocideClaude spreads the legs of his first girlfriend and / Recognizes the in-between / From his sister’s.
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Jun 10, 2010
Nyamata ChurchSun leaks through bullet holes in the sheet-tin ceiling, / Sprinkling light on dead mens' clothing / Piled stiff with dried blood and dust of fifteen years.
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Jun 11, 2010
Sound of a Spitfire WomanMy grandmother's hands, dressed in / Sterling silver bands / And stacked bangles
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Jun 12, 2010
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