Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.
Sitting next to Gloria Steinem
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Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.
A stranger’s link love
Validation, valentine
all rolled into one.
Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.