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Self-sufficient Woman

Let's talk about the word save
Being saved
It doesn't mean weak
Being saved
Happens when you take a risk
Savery follows bravery
When there was no one to belay you
And you could not foresee the danger
Or prepare for your own rescue.
Being saved!
An act of intimacy that bonds
Heroes with heroes
Gods and goddesses
Even Zeus was saved
And survived on goat milk
And I am not ashamed
Of my history or my need
Or my word choice.

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NEW LAUNDRY LINE (EMO LAUNDRY POEM)


Hung up across
the ugly garbage garden 
like a ship's mast
your ex’s Amish
clothespins contraption
for hanging socks,

 epic love for air drying,
so simple and so deep
purest patience because
it is the earth, 
the weather working with us 
so we may be dry and 
clothed and beautiful

 I wish you loved me the way
you loved the daylight
or the leaves caught in
the bedsheets
or the dishrags or
the dishtowels 

 I never knew the 
difference.

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Vice versa

And I don’t like asking nobody for the sky
You know that
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The Gazala Gallop

Best get back to the coast,
shorten the supply lines,
the smoking van,
inspected for code books,
food,
half finished La Croix.

How could I know what's rock bottom?
You keep on kidding,
a joke in distended belligerence,
it disarms again and again.

There are boils to be lanced,
your jokes as arms,
flapping at steam
that could bring them to term.

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