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Being green we use
fabric bags old boxes to
wrap gifts. No trees die.
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point -
my life in short form.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
haven’t found me yet
they lurk like dirty water
under dark bridges
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
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