I incubate germs.
Feel their heat warp my head, their
chill shake my body.
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I incubate germs.
Feel their heat warp my head, their
chill shake my body.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.