I asked you not to remind me of Russia
there is a reason for that,
rose lipped doll, fox lined hat, red laquer
nest in brown paper like limbs
lipid with crumbs
of dry cake,
the song they sing
in the summertime
of long haired girls
skinning tomatoes with their teeth
disturbs the cat
atlassed on the kitchen floor,
as the oven grows hotter
on the ashes of the almanac
the girls with clever teeth
arch amber and black.
I asked you not to remind me of Russia
There is a reason for that.
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