lacy schutz
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To Make a Deal, or The Swimmers

   
    I lost that pine
      box Tossed on
  the shore as from
    the womb we hope
    Will the natives wel
      come us or fear us for
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        Suze wrapped in toilet
      paper and brought
        all the way up
      the coast in the glove
        compartment of her Chevy
      Vega We’re swimming
        to a new land taking
      our time tumbling in
        tide This so-called lucky
      tide I figured out
        there’s another here
      among us another
        naked What kind
      of life will we find
        on the new shore
      There is a golden
        halo of remaining
      in faith And you
        are wearing it We
      wonder what the
        museums will be
      like in the new
        place The local civil
      servants Helpful or
        bureaucratic If we
      put our clothes back
        on we’ll be
      wrought into what
        we were So we
      drowned the gowns
        and pants and
      sweaters To get to
        the sea we crossed
      that braided river
        again and
      again We are always
        being changed by _______
      Trust the tide Trust
        the turbulence There’s
      We’only one permanent
        journey We all
      left something
        behind in order to
      get here We learned
        what happens when
      the worst happens
        They will require
      bribes of either money
        or livestock We don’t yet
      know which
       
       
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