Daily Archives: November 11, 2017

poem in a brand-new dress, old shoes

.. this poem is the unluckiest girl at the party, war-torn wallflower grown, unknown. she’s all dressed up with nowhere to go, no place to know herself, feel safe or sound. she’s found the drinks to be watered down, the … Continue reading

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Star-Crossed, Lost

Unlucky stars are in my sky My fortune teller, she saw me and cried – The Monkees   ..  We were that upside-down horseshoe iron-clad ………….(alibi) frown, broken mirror; thirteenth Friday, spilled shoulderless salt. Rabbit’s foot already un -lucky, at … Continue reading

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