sat16jan99
  (if she were)
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  if i were sheba
  she conceits from m-m-massachusetts
  i would plaster ancient silver moneys on my most enticing parts,
  hee-hoo can you even imagine an evocative grrl say such darts??
  would come naked glistening with the sweat of semi-precious stones
  matrices of warmth all necessarily amber necessarily baltic necessarily
  and would stand in starlight, still, so that first sight of me was striking,
  but also light-lullababing light-grasping softly and light-holding by wrists
  an ether-real, glowing goddess, not to be denied.
  denied passage, denied denial, denied soft dry then moist kisses vaguely...
  instead i stand here bundled, bulky,
  hardly likely it being the height of chicago summer...
  union station matron, our lady of the amtrak,
  our sweetness of never-gazed at hushing librariana mah mississippi queen
  red-faced rustic armed against the sharp, big-shouldered wind,
  wind to raise skirts by -- the rush and the push of the elevated/subway
  but helpless before him who is to come.
  as helpless as he is
  where can i hide?
  where can she hide?


	Jenni Merri Parker / Marek Lugowski
	(A Small Garlic Press, directors)
	16 January 1999
	Somerville, Massachusetts / Chicago, Illinois