Husband Plays Video Games
the toilet is weeping.
i just found obscure lyrics connecting
my past to a profound silly word. hard
drive and what the hell
does googol mean anything
anymore? it helps me forget.
wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
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