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The world is full of women	A
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself	B
if they had the chance Quit dancing	C
Get some self respect	D
and a day job	E
Right And minimum wage	F
and varicose veins just standing	C
in one place for eight hours	G
behind a glass counter	H
bundled up to the neck instead of	I
naked as a meat sandwich	J
Selling gloves or something	C
Instead of what I do sell	K
You have to have talent	L
to peddle a thing so nebulous	M
and without material form	N
Exploited they'd say Yes any way	O
you cut it but I've a choice	P
of how and I'll take the money	Q
	-
I do give value	R
Like preachers I sell vision	A
like perfume ads desire	H
or its facsimile Like jokes	S
or war it's all in the timing	C
I sell men back their worse suspicions	T
that everything's for sale	U
and piecemeal They gaze at me and see	Q
a chain saw murder just before it happens	T
when thigh ass inkblot crevice tit and nipple	V
are still connected	W
Such hatred leaps in them	X
my beery worshippers That or a bleary	Q
hopeless love Seeing the rows of heads	Y
and upturned eyes imploring	C
but ready to snap at my ankles	Z
I understand floods and earthquakes and the urge	A2
to step on ants I keep the beat	B2
and dance for them because	C2
they can't The music smells like foxes	D2
crisp as heated metal	V
searing the nostrils	Z
or humid as August hazy and languorous	Z
as a looted city the day after	H
when all the rape's been done	A
already and the killing	C
and the survivors wander around	E2
looking for garbage	F2
to eat and there's only a bleak exhaustion	A
Speaking of which it's the smiling	C
tires me out the most	G2
This and the pretence	Z
that I can't hear them	X
And I can't because I'm after all	H2
a foreigner to them	X
The speech here is all warty gutturals	Z
obvious as a slab of ham	I2
but I come from the province of the gods	Z
where meanings are lilting and oblique	J2
I don't let on to everyone	A
but lean close and I'll whisper	H
My mother was raped by a holy swan	K2
You believe that You can take me out to dinner	H
That's what we tell all the husbands	Z
There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around	E2
	-
Not that anyone here	L2
but you would understand	M2
The rest of them would like to watch me	Q
and feel nothing Reduce me to components	Z
as in a clock factory or abattoir	L2
Crush out the mystery	L2
Wall me up alive	N2
in my own body	L2
They'd like to see through me	L2
but nothing is more opaque	O2
than absolute transparency	L2
Look my feet don't hit the marble	V
Like breath or a balloon I'm rising	C
I hover six inches in the air	L2
in my blazing swan egg of light	P2
You think I'm not a goddess	Z
Try me	L2
This is a torch song	Q2
Touch me and you'll burn	R2

Margaret Atwood

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