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is protection from critical thinking
a safety net: if you don't tell,
i won't tell
it's the heart of security

in a land where babies are being spray-tanned
handed skin cancer and a shiny crown
                                        where the people hand over their ***** for t.v. stations to gleefully shove in their overflowing purse

                                        where the Bible is a buffet you pick and choose from,
fearful that you'll accidentally let something blasphemous touch the rest of your plate

where *** is such a taboo that teachers risk getting fired for even mentioning the word
******
and men learn everything they know about how to treat a woman
from the internet
and high school.
two very unbiased, reliable sources
brimming with respect and wisdom.
          
                       where it's  natural to drink milk from a hormonal, sick cow with a machine ******* at its udders until it dies
but a mother nursing in public is
         disgusting
and all the other ladies avert their eyes so as not to catch a hint of a glimpse of another woman's
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                               *******.

**** politics gangs government rapists religion
its
all
the
same
game

                                 i can;t think of a system that
                                                              is­n;t corrupt

and i think the knotted, gnarly, ancient root of this dying tree
is the idea that


                                                          ­love
                                                            ­      comes
                                                                ­   with
                                                             conditions.
what are you
"im a ******* poet"
but poetry is dying
"no its everywhere
for free
just
hear
taste
touch
smell
see"
i saw my face in a photo from the year before this one
and it stopped me dead

i saw the naivety the fears of cancer the longing the entanglement the
hot air ballon dreams
the high school mindset the veganism the tension in my shoulders the thoughts stored in my cheeks like a squirrels nuts
the loss the drowning the infallible belief that we all deserve better the stubborn Irish blood the streaks of summer the
waiting

i took a photo today of my face
and all i see is the
honesty
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