M. Chavez The 2River View, 9.3 (Spring 2005)
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There’s nothing to watch but the fields of little girls,
the flames licking their thighs, melting
sweet things.

They’re falling
into dirt, onto asphalt.

Sticky, waiting for the kind
of boy
who would pick candy
up off the street and put it in his mouth.

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