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The Woman on the Stage On burlesque, body image, and wondering what other women see when they look at you. I didn’t feel sexy. Let’s get that out of the way first. I was on my period. I was bloated. I was aching. I was hurting. Sexy was pretty much the last word I would…
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Stacks of books inside a cardboard box. The same box you traded back and forth with Uncle Bill, because he, too, always had his nose in a book. Hundreds of books in the cardboard box. I never believed you’d finish them all. One by one, they disappeared, drunk down like water. How many lives did…
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I still hear the creakas if my heart is under your step.Have I learned the shapeof your leaving? The mattress slowly forgetsyour warmth.Echoes of laughterricochet in my mind. Tears taste like desperation,holding a sign that reads:“Anything helps.” One indentation of your pillow.The ghost of your hand tracing my spine. A final viewingso our love canrest…
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I want you to know If anything should happen, as sad as it might be, my final wishes and hopes, any relevant medical history. ‘Tis a hard talk to have A harder task to see through When wishes are not known. Do not lose your cool. Please don’t start to cry. We are all just…
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It All Begins Here
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It All Begins Here
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My Dad was a Vietnam veteran. He was drafted. Served two tours. Rear door gunner in the 101st Airborne. There were things you learned quickly to love a man who has seen war. A man who had the Grim Reaper on his right arm. A man whose cold stare would give you chills. I always…
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How to start?Do you seek a pretty origin?Start on the right foot. What words can I use-utterances to engulf, to ensnare?There are no words for this depth. How long have you lived outside yourself,watching and observing,running to escape? I catch your breathas you exhale from across the room. If only you would just fucking look…
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I cling to the things you said, like grapes to the vine. The spaces between what you said and what I heard. The longing between things left unspoken and the time I see you again. (Miles to go.) Does it ache for you like it aches for me? I remain with fragments of memories and…
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I take in how you held it all together Head hanging low Like the full moon Face fixed Like a still lake One pebble disrupts the whole surface I toss my penny in the wishing well, but The mask drops The facade fades Like May slips into June There’s your pissed off pout A decade…
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