She removes herself from the tremendous stink of poverty.
Poverty. Poverty.
Then, say it again.
Poverty. Detritus, shit.
But, also: glitter, gutter, silver grammar.
From out of the cut comes the sound of the new.
from Guidebooks for the DeadFind more by Cynthia Cruz at the library
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