caught in memories no matter this staying in the moment work the shadows of that life before fall solid the flesh and blood children one melted cheese in a bowl to eat in the bathtub one kicked the trunk leaving a mark angry at small town living one wrote his 10th grade autobiography as fiction caught in the slope of the future it’s all a search for love what else? while the muscle of security slips down the belly of aging skin foreshadows and memories weave but never explain you are enough you are not enough is you being plucked like a daisy by a hand you don't recognize
Mary Strong Jackson
January 2011
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plucked knee deep. thanks for planting here.
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Hey Janell,
You’re welcome!
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