done.
it's blue now
and she has a safety pin
in her nose,
a fishing hook in her lip.
she's fifty one.
i'm part of the revolution,
she says.
i'm no longer a solution,
but part of the problem.
my brothers and sisters
are all on the news.
i'm changing my name to Zodiac,
or Tanya, i can't decide
just yet.
but i'm still up for dinner,
if you want to pick me up
at 8.
that little Italian place
on the boulevard,
that we haven't burned down
just yet,
would be best.
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