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Dickheads shit-talk, huddled
frat-boys and prairie skinheads
or mourn a murdered
who will never walk a
in tiny woman's shoes.
up and mumble your abuse.
I'm humbled by it all:
busting windows and getting
the same time
(with older sister
the sportsplex
out in her Speedos),
that I was riding no hands,
Bella was flinching the sting
of a Depo "family planning",
and a spanning
her own Pearl
A prison my underwrote in paradise.
25 years to the of her life.
And in the of Santa Cruz,
she crossed her fingers her back.
as night fell she emerged
Built Suharto a horse and lay still
with a box her arm
'til the sent her north
and her uniform.
held der pledge of allegiance
She it at the gates
of General's
and her echoed into a dawn
The truth will set my people
as she