Free verse № 153507
Foreign film
I had no idea you were a fascist under that soft Spanish skin and those
syllables. When that man shouted you down he was I and I could not have you let me off without flickering, rage
is close to sadness and I could not love the whores of Tijuana deeply
or the beautiful apostates if they did not rage at the handsome storm that blew brutish through true America.
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