It is morning,
the sun is shining,
birds are calling and
glinting dew is beaded along grass blades.
Or,
it is night,
a moonless night,
and stars are shining above
the gardens,
the neighborhoods,
the beaches,
the parking lots,
the wars,
the deceit,
the lovers,
the killers.
In other words,
You.
Nothing changes
anything.
Because there is
more than one way to read that,
because of that time
we drove in silence
all...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Out on the edge of things-
edge of comfort, politeness, legality, acceptability, of “what we do”,
there aren’t a lot of arms
holding you.
There aren’t a lot of voices
reassuring you.
Because you’re somewhere
no one’s ever been.
You don’t know.
And you know
you don’t know.
You are leaning, balancing over the edge
toes tingling, gripping.
Hoping to...
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I was thinner than I am now
A sheet of transparent film spread over the world
Anchored by rocks on the corners
Like a picnic table
Tablecloth on a windy day.
I come from love and vengeance,
Rebellion and desire.
I come from the deep country
Where everything comes from.
I am a woman and a girl a
Motherwifefriend
Strangerkillerwriterinvisibleghost and
cardboard cut-out.
I am nothing I am all.
I am one thing at a time...
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