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	<title>The Excelano Project Official Blog &#187; Ilana Millner</title>
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		<title>quiet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 19:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ilana Millner</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[there’s something loud
in the way the leaves
shake
today.
they’re quivering
with anger
and the bark of their spines
writhes,
snakes.
I close my eyes
anticipating the explosion,
the splintered
extension
the fatal attempt
to pierce the thick
thick
skin of us all
because I saw
a woman tell her daughter
to
SHUT UP
on the subway
and my illiterate lips began to pray
please
please
don’t
because she was asking questions
with the sage of a saint
and I wanted to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ffffff">there’s something loud<br />
in the way the leaves</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">shake</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">today.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">they’re quivering<br />
with anger<br />
and the bark of their spines<br />
writhes,<br />
snakes.<br />
I close my eyes<br />
anticipating the explosion,<br />
the splintered<br />
extension<br />
the fatal attempt<br />
to pierce the thick<br />
thick<br />
skin of us all<br />
because I saw<br />
a woman tell her daughter<br />
to<br />
SHUT UP<br />
on the subway<br />
and my illiterate lips began to pray<br />
please<br />
please<br />
don’t<br />
because she was asking questions<br />
with the sage of a saint<br />
and I wanted to shake the dazed<br />
and dusty<br />
and disillusioned<br />
passengers<br />
with the fervor of my fear<br />
and yell<br />
BEHOLD<br />
you have a miracle in your midst.<br />
but I kept my place<br />
my space<br />
and watched her go silent</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">watched them stay silent</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">watched me be silent</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff">like the trees<br />
eventually.</span></p>
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		<title>marginal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 18:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ilana Millner</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Print]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[sun
sets and
resets on
pages of text,
the lines, melting words
dripping ink seeps into
the perfect margins of the
day. And you tell me that it&#8217;s fine
because everything wet dries. Mouth shut
I, won&#8217;t remind you about me. the sea.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ffffff">sun<br />
sets and<br />
resets on<br />
pages of text,<br />
the lines, melting words<br />
dripping ink seeps into<br />
the perfect margins of the<br />
day. And you tell me that it&#8217;s fine<br />
because everything wet dries. Mouth shut<br />
I, won&#8217;t remind you about me. the sea.</span></p>
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