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Posted Sat Apr 10th, 2010 12:11am Post subject: The Gray-Green Mint

I love you as a woman loves a priest--
Flapping and frocking.
I love you as a woman loves meat--
Clapping and slapping.

I love and meat bleeds.

Cleave, meat, for me.

I love and birds walk.
I love and beads draw.
Oh the rosary
Its days are string
I love and feet sing.
Words talk.
I love and hammers claw.

The wire is sound. Come to me,
Sideways eight,
Circus meat,

Come to me.

For I love as the grape taut with frost:

I drink, I freeze.

Dragons, spirals; scenic, untrue.

Take a bone of the brief.
Oh the rosary, its string is days.
Dawn beads for me.

I drink, meat bleeds.

Dawn cleaves for me.

Give me a breath of the sun and the leaf.

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another, we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.
---Azar Nafisi

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