"These days, while Miss Fertility
does not grace the state’s capitol building,
she reclines comfortably in the nude,
dreaming amid
terra cotta corn stalks
in the Santa Fe sun,
apparently unaware or unconcerned
that she was exiled to her garden
for the crime of public immorality."
Slouching Towards Santa Fe
does not grace the state’s capitol building,
she reclines comfortably in the nude,
dreaming amid
terra cotta corn stalks
in the Santa Fe sun,
apparently unaware or unconcerned
that she was exiled to her garden
for the crime of public immorality."
Slouching Towards Santa Fe
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