the rapist

I’m seeing someone. She knows a lot about me, more than I know myself. I’m finding out how hard it is to give honesty, such a lonely word. It really does wring your tears out. But there are more where those came from in these scenes of absolution, validation, and condemnation.

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Bohemian ballerina

She had a mouth like Groot. (carry on, I said to myself) Red catfish lips and smeared makeup. (was she 60? 70?) Rouged cheekbones, bright bohemian garb, and ballerina slippers. A standout on the Walmart mile. And her drunkard’s walk? An impromptu dance to make me smile.

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Inside

someone I knew was afraid of apes orangutans, monkeys, gorillas even on the TV I think I may know why and someone else ran from snakes, bees, cats and I thought myself brave for not flinching but my worst fear always lurked breathing a giggle that none could hear

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Nemesis

If you found me this evening time (for such it is),  you would know things that have been out of your sight.  The way that I put on my skin and my bones.    How my legs bend after dark.  What I do with the possibility of fingers.  How my movements compare to yours, since […]

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Ember month

Sundown at Nipissing’s shoreline, and the big lake begins its freeze. The soft fire of November’s embers pleases the eye, but can’t warm us. I stand in the cold cold sand that waits for winter’s cover, and think of unimportant things: that there will be no more drifting things, maybe until June. And, where do […]

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