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Schaefer
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REAGAN IS DEAD
Those who are no
longer here to agree with
open my heart just as no one
is looking
nothing seems difficult to
explain
provided a few etceteras that
change little
in the administration of the National
Soccer Team
just as they salute the
un-birthday just to the north of me
and a little out of focus via good
health, sickness or poetry
more difficult than gunfire or
smiles
is the big sombrero left in the place
where those who agree with us
agree
they’re never very candid.
MY STINT IN THE ACLU
but ain’t I
a woman if I’m in favor of secession
especially for
my breasts heave riderless
it was in such a condition
I knew I’d be
president if just to elicit a response
if not from the electorate at least
from my accomplishments
especially the shade
beneath the bridge
where my little apricot turned
to ash, antidote to privilege
until I learned to shake that
cash anamesis was a mask
I’d held up as
a captive—true I was not well
as well as I was not telling the
truth—I’d thrown out
my thesis and peddled the rash…