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1. R June 18th, 2007 at 6:14 pm

   yeah, that poem’s hot. here’s another hot poem.

   The Shipfitter’s Wife

   I loved him most
   when he came home from work,
   his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
   his denim shirt ringed with sweat
   and smelling of salt, the drying weeds
   of the ocean. I would go to him where he sat
   on the edge of the bed, his forehead
   anointed with grease, his cracked hands
   jammed between his thighs, and unlace
   the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles,
   his calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
   Then I’d open his clothes and take
   the whole day inside me—the ship’s
   gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
   the voice of the first man clanging
   off the hull’s silver ribs, spark of lead
   kissing metal, the clamp, the winch,
   the white fire of the torch, the whistle
   and the long drive home.
   —Dorianne Laux

   oh metaphor. oh blue-collar working man’s blues. oh man oh man.

   xoxo,
   R

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2. Vyn July 18th, 2007 at 3:59 am

   Now, I’m female, but bisexual. I wondered if you’re only into operating your service for men?

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3. r August 25th, 2007 at 9:28 pm

   UPDATE PLEASE MADAM

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4. Stephanie September 7th, 2007 at 10:32 am

   I’ve always loved ee cummings. This was a new one for me. I love it! Thank you for sharing.

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