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The Circus Tent

Oh the trapeze! To swing and whoop and holler Our weight Brass pendulums Claiming the sky on either side With each sway As we slice back and forth Holding with knuckles white The cherry-red and tulip-yellow Of the circus tent … Continue reading

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It Was Not

It was not the bottle of wine Who turned me over in bed And forced entry It was not my high heeled shoes Who groped my breasts Without warning It was not my eyeliner Who stuck its tongue In my … Continue reading

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Woman The Verb

I am something to do A thing that is done Do her I did her I had her I am dispensable I am used I chucked her I binned her I dumped her I am a verb I am a … Continue reading

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Look At Me

Look at me drowning in my privilege At sea Surrounded by the benefits of being me My beautiful shoes And my smooth as silk skin My stunningly pumped breasts My flat clipped stomach My full lips Look at my smile … Continue reading

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The Pandemic

When the death was reported there Up and to the left The beating was ignored over here Down and to the right A strangulation left unsolved And a “go home get some rest… Sleep on it…” Was the answer that … Continue reading

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Remember

I must remember that you Are operating on your own You are not An extension of me You exist Outside of my frame That you have thoughts Feelings Hopes I must remember Your fear is yours Not mine Your joy … Continue reading

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Mother

My earliest memory was you Being wheeled away by green men A checkered blanket on your knees Doubled over Then pushing my tiny thumb up against your brass jean button The stars making a dent I would watch you roll … Continue reading

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