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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Private Public Space</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can’t trust lesbians. You invite them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to your party and they don’t come,<br>they’re too busy tending vaginal<br>flowers, hating football, walking their golden<br>and chocolate labs. X gave me a poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in which she was in love with a woman<br>and the church but the church<br>couldn’t accept four breasts in one bed.<br>When I asked if our coworkers knew,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she dropped her head and I said nothing<br>for years until this morning I realized<br>no one reads poems: my secrets and hers<br>are safe in verse. I knew she’d have enjoyed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Beaujolais and I want to meet Dianne,<br>Mona Lisa, Betty, Alice,<br>the name’s been changed<br>to protect women who can’t stand in a room<br>holding hands because you can’t trust<br>heterosexuals to love love, however<br>it comes. So I recorded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the party for her, for them, the mic<br>a bit away from the action<br>to catch the feel of waves touching shore<br>and letting go, the wash of moods<br>across the hours of drink and yes, some grapes<br>were thrown and I breathed<br>the quickening revelation<br>of a cigarette, someone said “I gave up<br>underwear for Lent” and I hope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they play the tape while making love.<br>As if finally the world’s made happy<br>by who they are, laughing with, not at<br>the nipple lick clit kiss hug<br>in bed and after, the on and on<br>of meals and moons and bills<br>and burning days of pretending<br>they don’t exist. “Who’s she? Just</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a friend.” And oceans are merely dew<br>upon the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a><div class=q>
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