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Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her 
county’s condoms shoots chemicals to drench the porch
hornet on the way to recycle the obits hums Somalian 
rap—young—five minutes till the end one spring considers 
the GPS tracking in relation to the
real cost of cell surveillance buys a hand
gun walks the dog dips Fritos in peanut
butter Googles Selfie! sixteen ways
from Sunday.

 
                 There are two kinds of 
origami: The one kind is a dragon with 1000 
scales cut so intricately wings
flap unfolding—this takes hours of exact labor
it takes a cliff’s cave of jewels, lace you’d commit hara-
kiri for to see or touch again. The other kind’s a gentle bend
in the plain paper tower’s middle makes me cry, I won’t be that woman

either—sifting strangers’ receipts from the ashes of downed town silos to 
say whose fault is this move to the new age
of Victorian? Whose fist clutches 
shifting sand? Nor plunder
coins to match
the old beloved’s eyes that
wander fresh possibility—being
no mechanical & flag wrapped patriot of one
country, but swear allegiance to margin’s error, headline: Careful, Concrete

 
Crushed by Falling Sheet Where the Greedy Surrender to New Foliage.



Jane Springer (born Lawrenceburg, Tennessee) is an American poet. She won a 2010 Whiting Writers' Award. She graduated from Florida State University with a PhD in creative
writing. She is Visiting Assistant Professor of English at Hamilton College. She was a National Endowment for the Arts Fellow. Dear Blackbird won the 2006 Agha Shahid Ali Prize.
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