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(all poems here, written by Paula Mendoza-Hanna)
Sunday, February 10, 2008
1:11
one liest, to
weave her meal
three says:
no body saw
and we won't
tell. cochineal
crushed shell
red, diest.
widow. riddle.
the luck
of one tangled
in her silks.
it does
take two.
the starved.
the food.
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