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Unspeakable Acts, Unnatural Practices


By Sharon Olds



Hitler entered Paris the way my
Sister entered my room at night,
Sat astride me, squeezed me
with her knees
Hold her thumbnails to the skin
of my wrists
and

Pee'd on me knowing Mother would
Never believe my story


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