Piercy was born in Detroit, Michigan, to a family deeply affected by the Great Depression. She was the first in her family to attend college, studying ..
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Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with iron heels who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning, who hammers on scaffolding all night long, who entertains sumo wrestlers and fat acrobats-- I pass you on the steps, we smile and nod. Rage swells in me like gas. Now rage too keeps me awake.
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The Neighbor by Marge Piercy