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from Century Swept Brutal

He said See the red raspberries straining She said No

the green cellular ones strained within, Now lift your arms

and hands remain down, Now in the dressmaker’s window

the reflection of a street crosses a gown


He said See the red raspberries strained against

this wire that you could say educates them away from

the path but from which they rise

so haphazardly, it must be by design


He said If in any age

you say we may share this bed but only

touch in these three places, which of course

in its restraint conjures

increased lust before we have finished imagining

 restraint, and a tone

induces the shape of a bell, so the nets

drying in trees

occasionally have olives in them in the morning