AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
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.
MoreBohemian 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.
MoreIT’S A TRAP!
Hah! Squeak now, smelly one! Study me, damn me, with your hatpin eye. Not much can you say. Not much can you hear with your velvet ear. We don’t need to “raise the bar” for YOU, do we? As you lie in your hard bed, your crucifixion’s a warning- IT’S A TRAP!
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