what class?
class of emergency women
in the metro
tonight
the hot
of warm September
everyone's feeling
like early spring
hoped for bodies
of sweat
love
and so
many
whirling clothes
toes
thrown off
in the street naked thousands
march for peace
and
the Romanian hussy
is legitimate busy
uncertain of her gate's future
her fate's future
all she knows is
gypsy rings
rigging
her feet
eyes
there may be no other way for her to know love
so the buses
metro
packed not quite on the 10:19
train filed with fear hope and love
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she says staring at me
through the room her man beside her lost
in the money changers code what does
he know about Oxford lent and purgation
rose of sunset sunsent and sunrose to latent fix on the bent aquarium
shade
then of bullshitters and their doctors queries and
precise other orisons of l ~