Poems by Marge Piercy
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Barbie Doll
... Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said: ...
A Work Of Artifice
... could have grown eighty feet tall ...
To Be of Use
... I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, ...
The Friend
... I said yes.Food grew cold on the table ...
What Are Big Girls Made Of?
... every decade. Cecile had been seduction itself in college ...
The Woman in the Ordinary
... great breasts that blare and strong arms that trumpet ...
My Mother's Body
... of a scrim through which surely I could reach my fingers tearing at the flimsy curtain ...
The Cat's Song
... I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers ...
Colors Passing Through Us
... pass through our bodies like strings of fire ...
You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop
... and body shine with a black wordless light ...
To the Pay Toilet
... while a row of weary women carrying packages and babies ...
Traveling Dream
... My tickets are floating in the bath tub full of water ...
For the Young Who Want To
... body else's mannerisms is that every artist lacks ...
The Seven Of Pentacles
... the planting, after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes ...
Belly Good
... You like to eat, drink and bang on another belly ...
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