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Rage: Sing, Goddess, of the on top of love
And the president’s chronic angers, his mouth, a burning. . .
As store windows are darkening and displays
are taken down—that is when she walks home,
They keep the aprons folded, clean and stacked on plank-board shelves.
On Robert Glück and the New Narrative’s lost utopia.
Against gratitude as a therapeutic practice.
A story of feminism and ambition—but mostly ambition.