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#13
We
dressed our thoughts in leafy loincloths,
distributed
heavy leaflets,
imitation
opals and rhinestones.
Remember
the softwood.
I
am trying to remind you that it is still raining.
I
am wearing an overcoat with a tiny robot in the pocket.
I
am whispering the moist words we both know to be wrong:
"I
want your robot to do to me to make me
due."
Deluded
democracy
we
chose it
with
votes discounted to the dollar bin
with
notes and nodes and tamarinds.
This
matter can be neither cremated nor destored.
He
is afraid. What now?
He
is imbued as he becomes she...
