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2003-04-17

Winnie Ruth Judd
1.29.05 Oxford, Indiana / D. 10.23.98 Phoenix, Arizona
Bad Dreams

The National Museum of Iraq in Baghdad.
Another cocky American, I’m so glad I don’t drink anymore.
It’s exactly that kind of thing would have set me off, deep into a party, on a creosote-tainted deck or on a couch, near an ashtray
I take it one Muslim nation at a time, now.
on the fast road to the weepies, my high voice rising.
Women!
“Antiquity!”
Wine-guzzling slags, save your breath.
“This was first on the list of places that must be protected. First! This is our culture too!”
Your keening over spilt milk. . .period; your sense of personal betrayal over the failure of ignorant twenty year-olds to overcome their personal fear of being shot in the head long enough to intervene. . .cut it. I don’t want to hear these strains emanating from your fairy-light trimmed windows during my warm season, capiche?
“They promised!”
Tough it out.

Consolation Site: Loss of Self-Control

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