I sing a soft prayer to my hands
-and I wait for them to do something.
Tickle your toes. . .
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Today I was interviewed for Poets United small stone: July 13th so many things for granted, taken: two kinds of silverware.
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Another Indian woman living on our block has hair swept back and braided has jeweled toes, is in all yellow traditional regalia, and walks w...
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at the carnival again- they promised me a ride- walking by the Ferris wheel I see the pile of lost limbs paid for such an "economical...
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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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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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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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confession is all: it is what my poetry is, and that is my life.
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner.... -
lipstick on the teacup steaming bedroom eyes. glasses resting folded newspaper bookmarked novel. barefoot toenails pink lotion ringed finger...
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when I was a little girl I was taught try your hardest to avoid any difficult knot. Tie your ties loosely. So loosely they hang to the sides...
Poets United Contributor
you sound calm, at least from here.!
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