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Suzanne Vega
IRONBOUND/FANCY POULTRY
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IRONBOUND/FANCY POULTRY,
Suzanne Vega
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In the ironbound section near avenue l
where the portuguese women come to see what you sell
the clouds so low the morning so slow
as the wires cut through the sky
the beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
into little triangles and the rails run round
through the rust and the heat
the light and sweet coffee color of her skin
bound up in wire and fate
watching her walk him up to the gate
in front of the ironbound school yard.
kids will grow like weeds on a fence
she says they look for the light they try to make sense.
they come up through the cracks
like grass on the tracks
she touches him goodbye.
steps off the curb and into the street
the blood and feathers near her feet
into the ironbound market
in the ironbound section near avenue l
where the portuguese women come to see what you sell
the clouds so low the morning so slow
as the wires cut through the sky
she stops at the stall
fingers the ring
opens her purse
feels a longing
away from the ironbound border
"fancy poulty parts sold here.
breasts and thighs and hearts.
backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
nearly free"
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In the ironbound section near avenue l where the portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky the beams and bridges cut the light on the ground into little triangles and the rails run round through the rust and the heat the light and sweet coffee color of her skin bound up in wire and fate watching her walk him up to the gate in front of the ironbound school yard. kids will grow like weeds on a fence she says they look for the light they try to make sense. they come up through the cracks like grass on the tracks she touches him goodbye. steps off the curb and into the street the blood and feathers near her feet into the ironbound market in the ironbound section near avenue l where the portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky she stops at the stall fingers the ring opens her purse feels a longing away from the ironbound border "fancy poulty parts sold here. breasts and thighs and hearts. backs are cheap and wings are nearly free. nearly free"
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