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		you know like -- when you look in the eye
		people with a very blue very see-through
		very glass-like
		very patterned -- fair -- glass bead of an eye

		with spokes radiating!

		and something gets caught under your breath?
		a threat?
		of being down-undered, ancestor pain maybe
		for the kids that never came and went maybe

		you know like when i look instead on a darkbrown eye
		into a jew or a druze or a red sea-coastal yemeni

		or una latina or la mujer espan~ola -- and it's that 
		calming loving nursing kiss-me-in-the-face and.
		and and!  and make me instantly
		tranquil just by looking?

		you know the looking?  that is the looking i need.

		the only time i -- the only only only time i
		think about jewishness and -- genericness --
		what a mess that eye specialness.

		do you suppose we have fear in a little cooking flame
		a pilot light not too bright
		about as bright as a spasm of a calf?

		your erudite russian face at halfmoon of a streetlight
		your warm homey honey delicate _blask_
		in the amber dusk of sodium
		i won't describe.  that curve.  that look.
		that whet of wet.

		yes i could be married
		to a grayblue eye -- my father's apple people.

		so, darling, yell
		to put my hands up on my head, entwine them
		march out like a woman -- out of the rune country
		or a tarot deck of cards
		or a coffee-toffee live one
		smelling of egypt, of india
		a water cistern on her head
		and proclaim me walking dead for you, sister -- 
		ojczyzna -- duch -- blask.

		fatherland -- spirit -- shine.


			Marek Lugowski
			19 January 2001
			Chicago, Illinois