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Tiptoe, quiet.
Friday, November 7, 2008
"Why is it white girls don't ever have any ideas?"
Let's just keep entertaining separate Sundays.
Me on my knees, tilling soil.
You,
root fingers
reach up.
I keep plucking.
Nothing but weeds.
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