Commune with the Dead Matriarchs

I love America, in the blasphemous, heretical way that ginsberg does. When I when I think of America, I think of those radicals, those who never belonged, the border crossers, the exiles, the refugees who remained other, who fought and imagined other ways of being. Their spirits are all around us and I want to pay homage and commune with them, with these cosmopolitan rebel spirits. Here is to three of the most powerful of these spirits, women of course, because they were the bravest and the most strong.

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