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Am I mean? What do you see
when you look into my eyes
does my hair snap at you
when you brush past

I was never a white wine spritzer
kind of girl – you knew that
my outline was always drawn
in pencil on newsprint

Does my voice cause a strain
do my shoes clop like horses’ hooves
shall I come in again – as if
we never said hello a thousand times

That dark baggage came with me
through seven states
collecting souvenirs like burs
eyes flashing lightning

My own security team on the ready
when terror strikes – those days
1971 is thrown into my face
and gentleness is just a fairy tale

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