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 Primitive by Sharon Olds 
						I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
 savages. You come in with a bag,
 hold it out to me in silence.
 I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
 and understand the message: I have
 pleased you greatly last night. We sit
 quietly, side by side, to eat,
 the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
 fragrant sauce dripping out,
 and glance at each other askance, wordless,
 the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
 laid along the sill to show
 a friend sits with a friend here.
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