RODEO
NOT MY FIRST RODEO
If the mammo-technician keels over
or ISIS attacks I will be stranded
here in the clutches of this giant
robot breast eater Women lined
up for hours to give offerings Silent
pacts with ugly machines Please don’t
find anything that will kill me Then spat
out onto -33 streets hair blowing in the
frigid breeze But free And freedom tastes
like warm milk
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Mammo-garage
Mammo-machine
Winter 2015
songanddancegirl 