Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Nearing seventeen
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Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
Heating system dust –
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Bergamot infused
leaves unfurl comfort. Problems
dissipate like steam.
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
It’s said women swoon
at his rallies, yet his wife
once called him stinky.
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.