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Barbara Blatner – Sexual Politics

Barbara Blatner
Sexual Politics

         sun tosses
in the burning leaves

the ozone is a burning book

we’re around each other

last night when we fucked
   I got angry
I liked it so much

leave me alone

my body’s a politic
   I want it.

across the sky, dead lilacs
   shiver golden lava

   I think
we are close
   seeking a language
but is it true?

   the U.S. has
so many languages, we
   have many
within our own ranged words, wordless dictionaries
    nothing settled

except you rode me bucking bronco
   to the skies and back

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