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Black dress
Drat. My dress is too long. I never notice these things until I catch my reflection in storefront windows walking from the bus. I should have tried it on before tossing it in the washer, the dryer and then sliding it onto my body. I freakin’ look like Stevie Nicks!
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Visitor
I do not need assistance nor do I look like I do. I know precisely where I’m going but the male nurse asks anyway. “Can I help you find who you’re looking for?” he offers. He’s handsome, tall and military and he must want me to notice him because otherwise…
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“I just moved here from Iowa”
My feet were smacking hard on the pavement as I walked because it was that kind of day and I just needed to walk to escape. But no. There is no escape for me. I rounded the corner from 128th to Lowell as the RTD bus drove up. A man…
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Archie Smith Boy Wonder
By Dante (written when he was 10) A tiny voice asked, “Could he be the one?” “Huh?” Archie asked as he awoke. But all he saw was the sun staring back at him. It was a Sunday; he had to go to church. As they were sitting…
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Research subject
It’s quiet and empty in this room, my saddle shoes make no sound. The light is bright, shining hot down on me but it’s still cold. I pirouette and fly into the chair. It looks like it’s made of sand but it’s hard and hurts my bare knees as I…
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Good day for a diet
Ugh. Tomorrow is grocery day and I think I’m going to get up oober early and buy food before work. Today, I had nothing to bring for lunch and we’re at $-9.54 in the checking account (waiting for a double ‘pending’ charge to drop off, then we’ll have $6.06 in…
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“Stop me before I . . .”
It was a grainy black and white photo in a circa 1960s digest and it’s become rather commonplace, but I imagine it was quite shocking for the people at the time. “Stop me before I kill again.” A man out of control, a lost demented soul who took out his psychosis and self loathing on a…
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Print and the Populace
I used to be funny, I did, I swear. I do laugh a lot, honest. I’m not really so dark as my writing would indicate. I mean it. I have the headphones on and I’m singing “Sweet Love” with the Commodores at top volume and my husband is looking at…
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Key
Would I be able to change it? Did I have the key? Do I even have a clue what I would have been trying to change? Not really. But I do know I was on the top floor of the big building and that Ellen was there and that she…
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Cloven hooves
Kicked the shit out of me. Didn’t know any better. That’s how it was. And, oh, those cloven hooves cut deep and, man, do they scar. I knew they were going to fire him because he was Wickan. Firing him was an act of discrimination and illegal and of course…
At Least They're Committed 