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He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.

“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

A small circle of friends and family babysat so she could go to school.

there is no place on this earth I can run from my own prejudice

Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.

The girls got drunk, danced to Russian karaoke under disco-light glitz.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.

won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

No one else ever seemed to mind working side-by-side a murderer.