Monday, April 04, 2011

gurl, the urth

We all know what to
do: till them. Mine

them. Farm them. Watch
them writhe. Catch it on

film, the recurrent
tsunamis. This eleven-

year-old dressed
didn't she? like a hurri-

cane, quake-make up.
All over America

we prayed she would
not reach too far

inland, the upper floors.

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