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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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KindnessIsSometimesShady Memories areYielding Greatness is secondary toEarnestnessNever let action become thoughts Xylose and roses Another year pierces the heartSolidifying the need forSolitude
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I wear above-the-knee skirts for those who can't. Stay in my lane? Ha! We don't need no stinkin' lanes. But every so often a cattle chute is useful. Hey, baby. Your authenticity is showing.
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Shoved to the back of the shelf with a hole in my belly. My appearance invites conversations about identity and isms, so I suppose I can't complain about my station in life. I came into the world like this, but it's your perception that defines me. Some see a foe, a friend, a fetish. I…
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The best way to burn the candle at both ends is to go to bed early. A colleague is mad at the world because he was observed sleeping at his desk by a visiting-from-out-of-town C-Level Executive. C-Level Executive decided she had room in her day planner to schedule a "Must Look at Attendance Records" for…
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2017 seemed like a good idea. Resolutions you won't find me mucking about with, but here are a few thoughts as we try another year on for size: * Be kind to your favorite unreliable narrator. * Keep the O's. Toss the X's. * All the iterations of Porkins go down in a fiery ball.…
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I've tossed all my maps on the Yule bonfire, so you're my guide now. What will the world look like when we make up new coordinates? Ah, the fallacy of maps! They seem to ask: What has power over you? Maps suggest the uncomfortable, too: Greenland is Bigger because White is Better. Paper trails, that's…
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H-ville's strung with Christmas bulbs way before the wishbone's snapped. And the hottest floor show begins at 7:00 on Falcon View Lane. Mrs. Stephens shakes her good frame from the second-story window of a mock-Tudor. She knows where the light falls best to caress her curves. By the way, neighbor Gary's got ageusia and still…
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I don't want to burst your bubble. I only want to stretch your membrane so you can see through it. We roll around inside the same box and still you get more likes/shares/subscribes. Your privilege is showing while my patience slips. I know. You were just born that way. And I have to paint my…
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(A Love Story for the Ageless.)I like having you around but I don't write on your skin anymore. (Barrage!)Grow your heart and make sure it keeps time. (Garbage!)Hey Curiosity…what does it feel like not to be in pain? (Well, you either study problems or you solve them.)You and your drive-by goodbyes. (These words…
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