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Christ did not know Words are bayonets in bone; I feel obliged to reply; turn your other cheek, dear girl, I’ll turn mine. Sentences are spoken listlessly; I’ve seen them carved in dead trees; the price of old love is cheap, so barter, I’ll turn away. Christ did not know what I know; my commandments are five fingers curled, wrapped, packed. Your words are strong; I’ll shatter the other cheek. |
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© 2003 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez. All rights reserved. |
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