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Holly Day

I want
to have
statues of men
with large penises
spread liberally
around my house, build
fountains
of little boys pissing
into the air
but
the Neighborhood Association
won’t allow it, says
it’s pornography
tell me
“it doesn’t matter
what they consider art
in Brussels — here,
that stuff’s
just smut.

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