Entering A Woman I Exit A Man
J
James McLain
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Woman pliant soft as clouds
and that light purple fig at night
and the rabbit my son
pulls the turtle of words
back out of it's hole
so I his father
may enter
expedience as sweet as the scent
of jasmine
while nizar qabbani her father
slashes the side of each tent
searching in the sand for her honor
while her mother grows plump
on the soup made from turtle.
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