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Anthropology by Peter Schwartz 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forgotten My Existence The Moment After She Laid Eyes On Me

 

 

 

John Grey

Next time
I will be painted
like a clown.
Or I will be stark naked.
Or walk on my hands.
Or hop on one leg.
Or play a bassoon.
Or juggle watermelons.
Who I am is not working.
And who I'm not
has something to prove.


 

To the Woman Who Has