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"Sex was familiar. But love...love was another country."-- Dorothy Allison
there is no sense
to loving you
or spreading
tokens at your feet
for i have become
nothing but a
severed arm
strewn among wartorn
rubble
a structure
once tall and
mighty
that now requires a
rescue mission
did i ever stand
tall in the windowpane
view
of some great skyline?
did you see the
smoke from the
carnage billowing
up
floating burnt
paper scraps
into your green
backyard?
that bit of life
meant something.
--Kathy Koupai
Los Angeles, California
September 18, 2001
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