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	<title>Anti- &#187; Ada Limón Poetry</title>
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		<title>Drowning in Paradise</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 22:39:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steve</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The low hanging hibiscus coos out
its swollen-mouth flower song
to the rare bee holding its tongue
and I’m drunk on the bully world again—
a fueled up fluster coming on.
Look, even two oceans can collide
here in the belly of white islands.
Splurge and risk in the conch-dark
night—I’m going to walk into the water’s
frothy rim. Come here shark. Come
here barracuda. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The low hanging hibiscus coos out<br />
its swollen-mouth flower song<br />
to the rare bee holding its tongue<br />
and I’m drunk on the bully world again—<br />
a fueled up fluster coming on.<br />
Look, even two oceans can collide<br />
here in the belly of white islands.<br />
Splurge and risk in the conch-dark<br />
night—I’m going to walk into the water’s<br />
frothy rim. Come here shark. Come<br />
here barracuda. Love the sweet artifacts<br />
of this body. Carry me in the world-class<br />
rattle of a wave. I want the big bite, one<br />
restless, tooth-filled mouth to take me down.</p>
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		<title>The Undressing Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 22:37:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steve</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I dreamed the tangled crush of magic peels
in the wax leaves made a spell of bones
and everything bloomed big and better than
before, and beyond the barbed wire, beyond
this fence of angry fists there’s a breathing,
there’s a breathing underwater. Love
the body bending, the useless hair, the
when of the skin, the when of the wrist,
the witching, the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I dreamed the tangled crush of magic peels<br />
in the wax leaves made a spell of bones<br />
and everything bloomed big and better than<br />
before, and beyond the barbed wire, beyond<br />
this fence of angry fists there’s a breathing,<br />
there’s a breathing underwater. Love<br />
the body bending, the useless hair, the<br />
when of the skin, the when of the wrist,<br />
the witching, the now, the now, the insist.</p>
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