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Five-Year Plan

Like the Soviets, my body had a plan
  for every phase of development.
First hair in places where it wasn't meant
     to grow, bramble covering the compound.
Then curves like water waiting for a dam.
  Then electricity. And worse, a slight
atomic humming in my underground,
     the pulse of something nuclear all nightó
adolescence, a make of tyranny
  I couldn't stand against. What to cut back?
What to prune or hack into obedience?
     My coal and oil, my machinery,
too much heat for my requirements,
  all production speeding out of whack.

Jehanne Dubrow

Red Army Red
TriQuarterly Books / Northwestern University Press

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