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whirled wide web

Old-fashioned–

I knee-board a cobweb

–ride tandem with my hacker,

click

dust mouse

to second site

–when it’s feasible

since I rely on

dial-up,

and phone booths are hard to come by.

I would upgrade, too,

I would!

If my desk chair

wasn’t a Tuffet,

if the water spout

was self-contained,

and if the super hero

–of comic book fame–

was always

Peter Parker.

 

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Not Even Clothes

sifting through

my word-drobe

for the zillionth time,

I can’t find the cover I

keep there.

Donning sweater

I scratch–

clement climate precluding

comfort,

and holy as the blanket is

(I grab next)

it lacks the character

such wear is said to impart, still

detailed enough

to obscure my lines,

&

it’s better to be cold

in such instances

–skirt I try

after

fails to wrap it up,

my but’s too big, I suppose, and oh!

It’s all out-moded!

Ill-suited.

Ripped where rips aren’t trendy,

and bedazzled when simplicity

is key. . .

Too matched,

too klatsched,

&

altogether

tutu

utterly uttered

(case in pointe)

My nudity

frightens me even so

I sift

. . .

Through thousands

of old favorites

. . .

finding absolutely nothing

to wear.

No Michelangelo

He told me:

“all you did was grow up together”

missing malice,

as he wronged

–but I learned

I was

wrong

–to remember

–for wound

–to reveal

but he doesn’t know. . .

he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .

sisters

&

foxhole friends–

he couldn’t.

Book 2

I ripped off Jumbo

bandaid slow

–but hurt hella fast

long as cut ran and

deeper than blood flowed and

worse than in truth

–was

Exorcism bed

excision spewing

forth offal bad

I tried everything and

Neosporin

to staunch

septic wound but had

to turn away

(from myself)

feinting.

hating horror flicks like I do and

changed

–yet

unable to escape

recognition–

bled out loud

 
 
 
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