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On balconies, sunlight. On poplars, sunlight on our lips. Today no one is shooting. A girl cuts her hair with imaginary scissors— the scissors in sunlight, her hair in sunlight. Another girl steals a pair of shoes from a sleeping soldier, skewered with light. As soldier wakes and looks at us looking at them what do they see? Tonight they shot fifty women at Lerna St., I sit down to write and tell you what I know: a child learns the world by putting it in her mouth, a girl becomes a woman and a woman, earth. Body, they blame you for all things and they seek in the body what does not live in the body.