On Dirt Poem by Elizabeth Robinson

On Dirt

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A body unto itself, rancid golem.
The body releases a tuft of hair.
Fur.
Dirt was amplified or exorcised in heat.
The body lets go
of the injury of birth, wiped
off. A rumor, a
stink.
Dirt and its hex.
There's only so much the body can carry.
This little sing-song made oily with
perfume emitted by removal.

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Elizabeth Robinson

Elizabeth Robinson

Denver, Colorado, United States
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