Monday, January 15, 2007
trying not to war
Does it matter to him? That me, who I was not (being a woman)--who could not have been drafted. He can’t go to war either, being too old in the ground. He is waiting for them to fall down--there in with him, as much of him as is still left. I want it with him there, underneath too, yes with it, will a woman?
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