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I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Late at night I call her
But I never say a word
And I can see her squeeze the phone between her
chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her breath faint with a
sweet scent of decay
She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her
favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are
cultivated
And I'd like to take her there, rather than this
train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a
place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and
drink our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the embassy
The midday air grows thicker with the heat
And drifts towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into
siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a
rusting roof
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the
fecundity
Of life and love
Of life and love
Of life and love
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