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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; summer</title>
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		<title>Greece: Six months after</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A cog in the broadcasting industry; I was there, and now, there is on my shelf manufactured like a dollar candle unlit, next to plush Athena and Phoebos, books partially read, and 1500 pictures last summer, good deal, had to grab it: the candle, five dollars, the gods, five euros.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A cog in the broadcasting industry;<br />
I was there, and now, there is on my shelf<br />
manufactured like a dollar candle unlit,<br />
next to plush Athena and Phoebos,<br />
books partially read, and 1500 pictures<br />
last summer, good deal, had to grab it:<br />
the candle, five dollars, the gods, five euros.</p>
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		<title>Mantis religiosa (only-pricks-of-protein)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2004 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Curious, I enter her sight as the lab coats watch administrating bright lights and magnifying glasses from above, ingesting her scent, I approach cautiously, we pray, we stare we flirt, we dance, our wings flitter against the glass ceiling&#8211;you stop. I tackle her into the grassy Green rolling around abdomens aligned. I gesture to leave, [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Curious, I enter her sight<br />
as the lab coats watch<br />
<em>administrating</em> bright lights and magnifying glasses <em>from above,</em><br />
ingesting her scent, I approach cautiously,<br />
we pray,<br />
we stare<br />
we flirt,<br />
we dance,<br />
our wings flitter<br />
against the glass ceiling&#8211;you stop.<br />
I tackle her into the grassy Green<br />
rolling around abdomens aligned.</p>
<p>I gesture to leave,<br />
but you blink and motion back,<br />
toothed arms rubbing my chest gripping<br />
her-moans&#8211;my fantasy,</p>
<p>locked, lips draw blood,<br />
her arms thrash my sternum,<br />
the S-bending of her abdomen revolves,<br />
she blinks again as the<br />
antennae lash out the eyes<br />
and the late summer sky.</p>
<p>Epilogue:<br />
<em>&#8220;Placing them in the same jar, the male, in alarm, endeavored to escape. In a few minutes the female succeeded in grasping him. She first bit off his front tarsus, and consumed the tibia and femur. Next she gnawed out his left eye&#8230;it seems to be only by accident that a male ever escapes alive from the embraces of his partner&#8221; </em><br />
-Leland Ossian Howard, Science, 1886</p>
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