Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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Or some truism of social invisibility
that binds the world The one that is possible.
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In Wagga Wagga, the place
of many crows, the place
of my birth, the place of
my father’s death,
we gather to celebrate your life.
As if still alive, you sweat
in the forty-degree heat.
But what is that against flying
in New Guinea where
the clouds have rocks in them
What is that when
you could put on a falsetto
under your black-waxed moustache
the day they picked you to play
the Fair Maiden
What is that when
you could pull apart
a combine harvester,