I don't want to be singled
-out again. all hours of
the night again.
In the rain-
standing out
standing out in the rain-
standing out
like a sore
like a thumb
like a sore thumb.
In the hail
like a sore thumb in the hail
It's hailing now and I'll be
hailing a hitchhike back to misery
-inevitably.
I don't want to fall
no not after that difficult haul,
And I don't want to fall down again
like an upright domino always
knocking over others around me.
We'll see.
Maybe I could,
no,
Maybe I could stand alone,
but no,
Before long a swift breeze will hit me
-inevitably.
Tickle your toes. . .
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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