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		<title>Patricide</title>
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		<description>     &quot;-Nadja. This was the name she had chosen for herself. She liked it because 'it is the beginning of the Russian word for hope--and it is only the beginning.'&quot;  
     
-Andre Breton: Nadja     Four years now, and still I haven't responded.    
I don't know what I'd do  
if I saw him today.     
      
What is disgrace? It's wishing   
your name was a maiden.    
Wishing you'd never seen that hole    
in the shit part of town,    
Wishing that the smell of the previous occupant's    
  cigarette fetish would leave    
your nostrils.    
    
It's regret, the memory   
of the black cat in the open window behind    
the stereo.  But the only pang of guilt is a lack of remorse   
  entirely.  The capacity to write people out     
of your poems without a forensic trace.     
Sometimes murder can be committed in silence,    
wishing for silence to wash your face    
  and fingers.  Wishing at a lock never changed    
the combination.    
 
Perhaps Freud was somewhat right   
on one and a half points:  and a cigar    
  is usually just that.    
The damn cat didn't run    
away that night, either,    
at least it learned to be less inquisitive,    
but that's another story.        ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Michael Mission Harris</dc:creator>
		<category>Synapse: Michael Mission Harris</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:20:58 GMT</pubDate>
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