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Troikas, II

A story called the girl’s hair
‘flaxen’ and all I could
think of was my dietary fiber

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Naked mimes
don’t really have to say
all that much

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Right place, wrong time.
Wrong place, right time.
Fine lines, leaky pens

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.