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There’s a Catholic god
Done up in gold
With a virgin
There’s a Jewish God
Male and master
Of cool distances
There’s an academic God
Of reason and longish hair
But there’s no God for working people
There’s no God for women
In the night the cockroaches defend the cupboards
It rains and something is waiting
In these houses
The phone rings
It’s an obscene call—No
I don’t want a slave
No. I’m not horny
He hangs up angry
We are trapped waiting
Moving behind the windows
The night weeps and heaves
Coffee grumbles on the stove
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I love this one. So visceral.
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Yes, it is.
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Ooh, and that ending❤️
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That’s powerful.
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Yes, I love Betsy Romero’s poems. So spare and powerful.
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Waiting for an Elizabeth Romero book. She is a brilliant poet—but you know that. Donna
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Betsy is a brilliant poet.
Thanks!
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Excellent. Haunting.
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Thanks, Rose Mary.
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