a big, fucking, baroque fountain,
with dragons and danger and all
sorts of dramatic shit to take you
somewhere else, everywhere else.
Paris has gargoyles, Rome has fat,
angry angel babies, always peeping
out from ecstatically embellished
corners, silently squawking Catholic
spectators. I give them a wink
and hike up my skirt, daring them
to do something about it.
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