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November 02, 2002

this was eggs. i wrote this poem because i had forgotten to eat lunch and was feeling hungry after making many pictures of eggs for another site. the image feels like eggs burning through paper. makesme think of feminine biology, this book i'm reading called "Woman : an Intimate Geography", and matrilineal succession. i think the daughters in the poem are minoan.

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