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Harp & Altar
 from Mandelstam Variations
from My
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Labor
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Labor
Just because the mouth houses Worry doesn’t mean that girls Should act like flesh extending Itself into terrified nature.
Our inert capacities startle Even the most educated bodies. Where dry meets cold and naked, Breathing always arouses
A crowd and we can limit Our suspicions to the simple Justice that will carry us further From trouble than our wills.
We balance inside on the slippery, Sleeping bed of hate.
(Words in italics from Jenny Holzer’s The Living Series, 1981–1982)
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