Post Industrial Woman
1993
jp
oh child.
she is going to get a job.
she is going to taste success.
she is going to climb.
oh happiness!
oh drive!
oh power!
oh woman!
YES!
kiss me, hold me, touch me, make love to me, oh
she cries oh man crushed in her arms and through cacophony
those words ringing in her ears she denies lip bitten so in silence horrible rush of emptiness, risk's an impossibility, to give up, to flesh, her womb, wet seeping from her loins amidst writhing
heat in darkness she turns her head and cries
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