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this anti-Willendorf
bares one swollen breast-bud scored of real clay
I’m struck dumb suddenly by this egg, this enormity.
This immense incomprehensible oval and its lovely silence.
Simon says play. The kids say how. No one ever said. Simon says do the robot. Simon says do the robot while whistling Happy Birthday. The robot dancers giggle. OK stop. Simon didn’t say stop. Simon says keep up with…