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Aracelis Girmay

Cyclops Mary

If Cyclops Mary heard it.

If that sentence flew clean into the ear.

If the whole thing traveled pure,

unrustled by the pigeons.

Cyclops Mary Down the Avenue, A Monologue

2 March 2004
Vol. 4, No. 1

Yeah, I heard it.

Saw the whole thought form

from out the back of his head,

then take shape into one lust-musty sentence.


2 March 2004
Vol. 4, No. 1

Two sisters ride down with us

to Massawa's liberation celebration.

One sister is the color of injera; her teeth are big and stuck-out.

One sister is a cinnamon stick.

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