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Phone rings or it doesn’t ring Creditors, banks, “loss recovery” If only they’d help me with this grief Bumper-car belly growing all around me So thick no embrace can reach the...

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Yellow

I remember lemonade-- Country Time to be exact. At the curb we made a stand in summer, 1983. Twenty-five cents in a trickle-down economy. I did not...

The Magician

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Blindfold

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I Thought I Was a Feminist

I thought I was a feminist Who just loved tall women Like you Tall as father Later Towered over me I thought I was a feminist But I longed for you After you left...

No Words for This: Coming Out in the Late 80s

There was always pressure to like boys-- to get a boyfriend, fall in love, marry, and have babies. I can’t remember a time of my life when...
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