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Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
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“the truth is not supposed to free you from the truth,
just from everything else”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
just from everything else”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
“Esmenda Jenkins Dube the first was all about fair
and saw her house as an oasis in the middle
of corruption, saw herself as a missionary
converting stupidity into reason. She thought
that was much more useful than a miracle.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
and saw her house as an oasis in the middle
of corruption, saw herself as a missionary
converting stupidity into reason. She thought
that was much more useful than a miracle.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
“She was so pale she could have been moonlight.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
“Scared of words? I don't see why
anybody ought to fear words. Words are tools;
you have to know how to use them to get done
the job you want to get done. Can't do the work
if you're scared of the work.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
anybody ought to fear words. Words are tools;
you have to know how to use them to get done
the job you want to get done. Can't do the work
if you're scared of the work.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
“She also said that Esmenda Jenkins Dube
would have wanted a northern life,
as far north as north can be, limits of north
where it was so cold nothing there understood hellfire,
and the mountains were white, like full-hipped women
sleeping undisturbed, women of the cold clouds
breathing out more cold clouds that departed their mouths
when they whispered heaven in their northern dreams.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
would have wanted a northern life,
as far north as north can be, limits of north
where it was so cold nothing there understood hellfire,
and the mountains were white, like full-hipped women
sleeping undisturbed, women of the cold clouds
breathing out more cold clouds that departed their mouths
when they whispered heaven in their northern dreams.”
― Slave Moth: A Narrative in Verse
