the rain drenches me at the bus stop
the salsa jar cuts open my hand
Our day care closes in minutes
as the old men march for peace
while the young men march for justice
and the union blames them both
for the price of hot school lunches
you want compassion in my time of labor
you want love from a broken back
i fantasize of sex in the shoah
i wonder what you think We have
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