On loving aging
(a pseudo haiku)
wonders why pretty
happened to everybody
young. but never me.
wonders why pretty
happened to everybody
young. but never me.
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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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