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mary rose standing in a blizzard heat wave in shorts and a down jacket with hair covering her burning legs in a sprint to apartheid south africa around the time madiba is released among great burning civil unrest in a country thats cold in our summer with the blood diamonds of the mind dripping red into the pelvic consciousness thrusting about in the snowstorm dodging snowflakes like cornflakes in a grain silo emerging unscathed only to find herself before john the revelator and his gates of heaven that are each a single pearl harvested from the life force of oysters by angry sardines and strung and given to girls on long island as holiday presents to take up to newport when the weather turns warm at the midnight hour when the crotch is so hot you must let the steam escape before your insides boil in the freezing rain and your string of pearls burst onto the ice at her feet shod with diamond soled shoes as durable as a papier mache dump truck on the sun five light years from another star in empty cold space filled to the brim with void and burning emptiness and soul trash jettisoned into space because the ghost world is too full here on earth where mary roses lungs are burning from the cold air at midnight on new years in new york alone in the vomiting crowd on forty second street and cold and cold and cold