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There’s ayellow linein the centerof the roadcalled Life. Those whowalk it are –…Normal. We put one footin front of the other,and like a kidon a balance beamwith arms out stretched,we spendevery minuteof every daywalking the line. We act the partPractice our scripts,Choreograph each step.Analyze every performance,Longing to fit in,Pretending to belong. After-all,we just wantto be…NormalNeurotypicalA…
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Life’s a banquetAnd most pour soulsAre starving to death. It’s a lineFrom the productionOf Auntie Mame. The real line is:Life’s a banquetAnd most SOB’sAre starving to death. But since it’s soClose to the holidaysI thought I should beMore reserved. I have my own versionOf this line:Life’s a borgassmord – Yes, you read me right.Borgassmord is…
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I had a scorpionunder my pillow.Sounds like a greatMetaphor for life,Except for the fact that –I had a scorpionUnder my pillow. He seemed to arriveduring the night.I saw him but in thedarkness before dawnI didn’t know what he was. The imageStuck with me,And later that dayI checked to seeif he was there. He was andHe…
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This is for all the women who are still too afraid to speak up… There are more of themThen we’d like.They are everywhere. The momentThey begin to speak,You wish you hadGotten that prescriptionfor Xanax filledin addition tothe Valium chaser. Typically maleThey hide behindTheir titles They suck the airout of a room.Always the experts,They talkoverunder andaround…
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About seven weeks ago,Sadie and Charlie led us to believethat there were crittersunder the hood of our lovely car. Critters there were –A family of miceBuilt a hotelInvited friends and family.Then opened a Restaurantthat served the delicacyOf what was our dream car. They never left.Where we wentThey went.Perhaps going on outingsWherever we were.New towns, new…
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Bubbling with joyand laughterSomeone said,“I think you’ve hadtoo much wine.” Oh honey,I thought,It’s not too much wineIt’s too many filtersAnd tonight I took them off! Stay in controlDon’t offendDon’t speakDon’t overpower It’s wearisome. Filters make us:ShrinkStupefyPretendTake the back seat. After a whileone forgets howto talk at all.Words stumble out,but evaporate intonothingness. Stay in controlDon’t offendDon’t…