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	<title>Aliki Caloyeras</title>
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	<description>Essays, Poems, and Other Writings</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:25:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Mollusks</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 15:19:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[	Yesterday was a series of assaults
B came at me on the library steps
all hands jutting toward me
and me just trying to figure how
to turn my body so they land some
place less personal than their aim
And then later the old man
ruddy-faced and white-haired
at the podium calling out down with
mollusks and I think am I a mollusk?
It’s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Yesterday was a series of assaults<br />
B came at me on the library steps<br />
all hands jutting toward me<br />
and me just trying to figure how<br />
to turn my body so they land some<br />
place less personal than their aim<br />
And then later the old man<br />
ruddy-faced and white-haired<br />
at the podium calling out down with<br />
mollusks and I think am I a mollusk?<br />
It’s true there’s something bivalvular<br />
about me I’ve often felt bivalvular<br />
(like a wound sucking sucking)<br />
Oh, he’s a nice enough guy you know<br />
and he didn’t mean anything by it<br />
I’m just thinking of all those<br />
unintentional assaults usually unnoticed<br />
inconsequential like the hour<br />
of our enclosure warm normally<br />
but today broken open like a pomegranate<br />
when the suggestion of affection surfaces<br />
Understanding no longer concerns me<br />
Please let’s not talk of love</p>
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