the only fitting poem: a corset laced itchy with twine

Us and Them

Nomi Stone

“I would make love to one of our

whores before I

would fuck one of their

bourgeoisie.” There was a proverb,

like this: Don’t trust a         if

he becomes a         even though

he remains a       for

forty years. And the sister opposite

proverb: Don’t trust a       even

though he has been in the grave

for forty years. It was a difficult day,

a bomb had spun open

a bus, and children

had been crushed down by

a machine. Each wondered if he was born

too soon, if later would have been better, if 40

+ 40 + 40 + 40