i feel like running again.
it's either that or swimming in a valley of tears.
you couldn't tell by looking at us,
but I am certain my sister has a
blotch of red nail-polish on her back
that distinguishes her as
the better daughter.
the daily grind and wrench
does not tap the waterline
of my personal happy.
Tickle your toes. . .
where are my garden gloves to weed out your evils? where are my rubber gloves to scrub off your stupid? where are my surgical gloves to cut ...
"do not argue. please stay silent. smile and nod. remember etiquette first. do not speak. unless spoken to. no opinions please." y...
I swing in a mini skirt and pill box hat, cat-eyes and pompadour hair, wild in my Stiletto-heeled shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress with th...