Poems by Marge Piercy
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Always Unsuitable
... She knew at once that we had sex, lots of itas if I had strolled into her diningroom ...
Winter Promises
... their spotless ornaments of glass fruit: I lie on the couch under a blanket ...
The Morning Half-Life Blues
... Blown with yesterdays papers through the boiled coffee morning ...
Implications of One Plus One
... continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten ...
Attack of the Squash People
... Recite fifty zucchini recipes! Zucchini tempura ...
Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day
... in a triangle of trees swims dappled with leaf shadow, ...
Toad Dreams
... while the fox scales the wire fence ...
The Neighbor
... who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning, ...
More Than Enough
... The first lily of June opens its red mouth ...
My mother’s body
... Remember me combing your springy black hair, ringlets ...
The cat’s song
... I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers ...
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