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Oh pretty dogs that reap the rage of benefactors in good times. Oh dogs shorn of the outdoors, oh clipped, oh shaggy shaggy shaggy. The dead man's dog does not sit up and beg.
from the book Incarnate: The Collected Dead Man Poems / Copper Canyon Press
James Cagney
Let me answer the question you have of me: No. You were my idol. Of course I don't know how to love                     but I know how to be shamed & no two tears fall or taste the same.
Emily Dickinson
I started Early – Took my Dog – And visited the Sea – The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me –
Willy Palomo
Imagine tongues hungry for everything but your name. Imagine being here for millennia only to be called exotic.
Sasha West
Cows calve, horses foal, goats kid, but women do not child. Another verb separates us from the noun of it, a distance between cells that split in my body, my body, and her wet fur on my stomach.

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