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The Rag Tree

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it’s a tiny word,

respect, and, after all, what does it mean? a creeping,

crawling word that

remembers to rinse the empty

can of cat

food, that didn’t call for its scripts on time, that knows

if you keep doing the same thing, you will keep getting the same

results. and why not? why the body, the heart, must leap

but no one knows how to get there, or when trust (and success)

will come, or that to pass into your lover’s body, you must let

them pass into

yours. rolling round in the straw

will take out the kinks–yes, your heart matters; I want a big bed

covered with white

linens, a vase of fresh roses on the window ledge & the window

open to salt breeze, english town from Hardy &

your body shining under mine–bad girl, or

not.

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