Yesterday | Domestic Goose Chase
Yesterday, we went to a farm. Peace to geese.
Let no goose terrorist come against us. We have no fear.
Let no goose terrorist come against us. We have no fear.
wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
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