she said
“get their power from garlic and intestines”
Flower and family set down, the woman
mountain
crouched in the ditch by Gate 9
raised the ends of her
mouth without
smiling. As silence
and spring rifling
green I saw through fresh
manured fields speeding to ASCOM
daily in a limousine, kids
old farmers lugging rock, bumping
past—that black
hair, thicknecked,
GI overcoat pulled
tight round her belly, black combat-boots
dogged me up and down the MSR
“I give you
anysing you rike baby whan dolla you
dont pay nuhsing”
We walk. We reach
-a light, a gate
I start
“rook baby”
coat open,
quiet, open
“anysing you rike”
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