I Was on the Line

I Was on the Line

Until twenty I was just another hairnet, my hands part of the great machinery like a congress of sparrows, a dynamo powered by gossip and wintergreen. Every bearing was sticky as an old lip. Many of the ladies on the lifetime plan considered me inferior, gawked evil...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Human Resources Are Limited I was dancing at a club called The Downtrodden Pony, but not for the money. I had green glitter and pink. The walls seethed with carpet, cages all wire like an immigration checkpoint. My arms resembled a tiger attack, a ruptured cloud....
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