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Kill the words! Kill the title! I am working on editing my earthquake poetry series.

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GREEN WALL

The smell of laundry
detergent blows from a vent.

You come back with toilet

bowl cleaner. I hate
the lemon fragrance.

..........God doesn’t help me,

I repeat & turn on the television.

..........No nuclear plants;
..........we want to birth healthy children.

Japanese school girls
march behind

a wall of camphor trees.

..........Where are the snow peas?

you ask in the kitchen. I break

egg shells and cook
a pea omelet for you. Your

finger slowly drags

down

my spine. I smell
the bleach on it, throw

the omelet at your feet. The green

peas roll between us.

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The First Draft: 4/30/2011
SNOW PEA

Please help me God,
I repeat under the crescent
moon. It gleams on a snow

pea field. The purple
petals bobble in the wind. The smell

of laundry detergent
blows from a vent. I trace
a lozenge on my thigh. Seventeen

minutes before May, you open
the door with toilet bowl cleaner. I hate
the lemon fragrance. The TV c…