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Mamité

your American chickens are like
this, she grinned, puffing up to grip
the air in front
of her stomach so that the
flesh of her upper arms made a swinging
sack under the bones. eight children sucked
her nipples past her hips, right through
colonial times, so her verbs mean exactly
what they need to mean. I’m old enough
to stop using salt, she said sprawled
like a centerfold, spouting recipes for when
we go home: set it to cook
on a low flame, and let everyone
know your joy.
Posted 05/27/09
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