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2002-10-16 10:11 a.m. Apologies by marge piercy Moments when I care bout nothing except an apple: red as a maple tree satin and speckled tart and winy. Moments when body is all: fast as an elevator pulsing out waves of darkness hot as the inner earth molten and greedy. Moments when sky fills my head: bluer than thought cleaner than number with a wind fresh and sour cold from the mouth of the sea. Moments of sinking my teeth into now like a hungry fox: never otherwise am I so cruel; never otherwise so happy. mpiercy from her book "the moon is always female" peace
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