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until Eve gave man his soul his essence was that
of a

medium-sized pumpkin
and I can't see getting my rocks off being
a vegetable in Gods garden patch
he starts to say something more but
I say
don't try to be the engineer in my life
and thanking Eve
jump off the train

p

(rwr)

strangers

I have eight children.
~ey hang lightly by fishing line,

trung on swivels (so as to move more freely)
Children of Line, Color, and Form.

Hours of bending straws, agonizing
OVer Elmer's, ~cissars and cellophane
Over, I sit and. watch (I have given birth,
and after such labor one deserves to rest.)

But I did not expect to breathe life
~ith my concentrated agonies.
I did not foresee angles moving,
~Olors fuSing, wings revolving
nd da~ making strangers of my
Once familiar beauties of Line. Color, and Form.

Judy Kastner