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THE BODY Alen Hamza
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My silence has a mother in it and summer Dear God, your breath is hot, your fingers long. I kiss the ghosts of home country girls. about color, how do you feel about the lips Your molars hide the molds of keys Run me green, give me directions I am the library which cannot dream anymore, Future is mother or father.
__ "I must tell you that in East European countries / the best-looking men are the Mormons: the side-parting of their hair / radiates with first love, something in their gait / brings glamorous fashion shows to mind." —Lidija Dimkovska, "Recognition"
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