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This is another one of those--

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along the lines of
anti-love poems,

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and certainly a poem along the
lines of the theme of genocide,

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In.

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A kind of way.

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I consider this poem
a feminist poem,

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in a disturbing kind of way.

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I'll just read it.

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It's called
"Colorado Boulevard."

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"I wanted to die, so
I walked the streets.

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Dead night, black as iris,
cold as the toes on a barefoot

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drunk.

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Not a sound but my shoes
asking themselves over,

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what season is this?

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Why is the wind stuttering
in its stall of nightmares?

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Why courage or the
bravery of dripping steel?

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Given branches, rooted to
their cunning, a kind of snow

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lay fallow upon the hearth
of dried-up trunks, wan

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and musing, like an absent
guitarist strumming wildly

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what she's forgotten most.

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Bats fell about me like fire,
or dead bark from my brow-beaten

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autumn--

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a kind of passing through.

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And when it called, the
startled bird of my birth,

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I left it singing, or
fallen from its nest.

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It was silent as the
caves of my footfalls

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left written in
their absent burials.

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What good was this?

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My cold hearing, nothing,
more desire than protection.

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When would it come?

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In that clove of
cottonwood, perhaps?

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That shape in the mist,
secret as teeming lions.

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Is it my own will
that stalks me?

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Is it in the slowed heart of
my beatings, or the face that

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mists when I least expect it?

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Frost covered the windshields
of the left-behind autos.

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In his parking lot,
my savior rests,

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lighting his crack
pipe, semi-automatic

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poised at my
nipple, or the ear I

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expose to witches and thieves.

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Here it is.

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Will you kill for it."

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