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62 pages, Paperback
First published November 17, 2004
Song of the conjoined, song of the conjured, song of raised arms at
the crossing, song of slabs and coiled serpents.
Song of drawn curtains, of bespoken, song of the dimly lit by eventide.
Song of the reverential lightning bolt, song of the lordly upwelling.
Song of the cigarette billboard, of graffiti in the overpass, SHADEY N
LUIS 4 EVER.
Song of the gridnstoen, song of the flywheel, song of the lost
Walker Evans church on the hill.
[...]
Theme and variation, theme and variation.
Click-clack, click-clack:
hum, buzz, trill.
...but how can I be
positive there's not some even more red-blooded
queen of ambidextrous rubber swordplay out there, some
righteous cable access babe in skin-tight
skins or tights, or neanderthal whatnot, or silver
Teflon space bikini, or that black elastic rattlesnake suit
Uma wore in The Avengers, Uma, the uber-
vixen. But what a movie—
Woof! Some are born to run and some are born to rerun
(p. 38, "Xena, Warrior Princess).
I've got the trademark, I've got the copyright,
cupcake, sweet molasses, sugar pie.
(p. 39, "Love©").