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Malory
Spicer on Gwenivere

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This teacup Christ bled into. You are so polite, Lance
All your heros are so polite
They would make a cat scream.
I dreamed last night that your body had become a gigantic
      adventure. Wild horses
Could not tear it away from itself.
I
Was the whole earth you were traveling over
Rock, sand, and water.
Christ, and this little teacup
Were always between us.
I was a witch, Lance. My body was not the earth, yours
      not wild horses or what wild horses could not tear
Politely, your body woke me up
And I saw the bent morning

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