(This poet sure would love to go back to her real work of publishing uplifting poetry.

She was not permitted any sleep at all last night until after 5 a.m.

Her heart rate, fully medicated and physically still, hovers presently around an irregular 100 beats per minute.

This afternoon she must sit for hours publicly exposed, in terrible pain and overwhelming despair, while her van is treated for the results of multiple EMP attacks.

She thanks historian Zambrotta of Italy for printing for compilation all posts and correspondences concerning this targeted victimization.)

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Recorded Reading (0:47): https://www.dropbox.com/s/n8l4fugf7k90lr5/Keep%20Her%20Weak.mp3?dl=0

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Keep Her Weak

Keep her weak
Keep her down
Let her speak
(Like a clown!)

Don’t want Truth
Driving down
All the streets
Of this town

Smiling, singing
All that stuff
We like things
A lot more rough!

We’ll let her
Undefended be
Right by her
Worst enemy

Is not that they’re
Unscrupulous —
After all,
They’re some of us!

But that Truth’s
Ignorant and rash
We knew it —
Just more homeless trash.

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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