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“I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.”

Quote by Marge Piercy

Book:What Are Big Girls Made Of?: Poems

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What Are Big Girls Made Of?: Poems

This volume of poetry delves into the complexities of adolescence and womanhood, offering readers a glimpse into the emotional and psychological journey of the female experience. more

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Marge Piercy is an American poet born on March 31, 1936. Her poetry extensively covers social and political issues, known for her profound social consciousness and feminist perspective. more

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