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By Jack Joseph Smith

She thinks to herself for a little while, “ I am not relzed with him” and then she goes opse, as in the indide of the school, if you mess with that kid agaim you get you head bounced off the wall, or on the ; outide, if you fuck with that guy ever, your entire body is concrete, and then again I wanted to be a male polination in-the wind, back when-rubarb was popular in-my family, there you see |

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GPT

This page stages a woman’s unease with a threatening male figure, then swerves into schoolyard violence and the speaker’s own odd wish to become pollen in the wind.

The poem is full of defensive postures: go inside, protect the kid, warn the aggressor, turn the body into concrete if necessary. Against that hardness comes a bizarre pastoral impulse, a desire to disperse as male pollination rather than remain trapped in confrontation. Rhubarb and family memory give the closing turn a private, almost comic tenderness.

Claude

She thinks I am not relzed with him, then turns hard inside school or outside on the concrete. The speaker's aside about being male polination in the wind when rubarb was popular in my family.