TREMORS OF PUNCTURED ORIFICES MUST BE
FILLED
SOUNDS
ARE TOO MUCH FOR
ME
NO GROWTH AS SHE HOLDS MY HAND
DIGGING IN HER DESPERATENESS
PROVOKING DIGNITY
NO ONE SPEAKS FOR THE HELMET GIRL
SHE CRUSHES A RAISIN IN HER EAR
THE PURPLE STIRRUP STATRS TO BLEED
A PAN-NICK TERROR
GRASPING ATTACHING AND HOLDING
FOR WHAT ELSE IS THERE....
[ANNETTE CATIAN-SECO HAWAII, 1988.]
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