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expectations

grab my cheek for contrast

to contort and contrive

at your will, to fit the

porcelain mask you made

for me. to mold into

what you want me to be. 55 more words

A Woman's Rant

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #267

Words:  you, free mess, scream, date, pot, submit, chest, after, will, rinse, ashes

She screamed, “you smoke
too much pot. 95 more words

Purple's Home

D.D.

Your absence hurts more than knowing you exist and choosing not to come back and check in.

If I met you I’d yell. I’d yell out, “why do you get to sleep while I’m left tossing and turning? 223 more words

Exit 125. Shining a spotlight on one of the things I dislike most about myself.

I had a strange dream the other night.

I was eating sushi, which doesn’t happen very often to begin with.  Sushi isn’t in my regular rotation of food, although I have a lot of friends who love sushi, and although I’m sushi-illterate, staring at the menu and randomly hoping I’ll like whatever I pick, usually I do in fact like it.   605 more words

They are not dead

I want to write about the joy of having two beautiful children, the craziness of suddenly finding myself mother to a girly girl who’d been masquerading as a boy for four years. 432 more words

Social Transition

the load

fifth time today… ya call me from work… gotta tell me how you think your boss is a jerk… c’mon babe… i don’t know what you want me to do… it’s startin’ to feel like a ball and chain… like a massive deadweight packin’ years of pain… a three car garage and a die for mountain view… 293 more words

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