The Good Fight
I am doing battle
in my dreams every night. High on a tower toppled
perched, not yet fallen; about to fall My job is to scramble
down without upsetting the balance. My job is to fight
off the intruder who calmly enters the bedroom. Says I
want you.
Last night the innocents left me (do I mean
the others?) the fight so real so real I didn’t go
back to sleep but instead consulted Emily
Post via The New Yorker. Mrs. Three-in-One, she
calls me. At my life party: I am apothecary, chief strategist
and custodial crew. If you think elementary school,
you’re right. I looked up perfidy, then stayed home.
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Ah yes. Sometimes, nothing but a poem will do. Ask Miss Havisham.
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The Big Island, Hawaii. Photo by The Scout.
West Coast Grrlie Blather 