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Pocahontas v.
Sad planet! – how vast it had seemed when she’d held it in her hands, colors dripping, hot from the copy machine, its orbit through and around her belly completed, its hair wet and sticky, all awkward water and men’s dark eyes. Eyes of her father, eyes of the man her father had ordered killed, both of them looking at her, two dark sets of eyes setting the whole world ablaze. So vast! Now as she watches the lights trip. Calamity flows.
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