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Elissa Garman

I need to see
a
slow moving body
crossing my
Rude Street—in the shape of nudity.
Maybe she will move
without
looking down—
Maybe she
will look
like
a diamond.
A crossing
like this could take the place of life right now—there is so much
garbage
blowing
down
my street today.

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