"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

ain’t born typical

she was wildmagnolia beautiful






swanning on buses

begowned on catwalks

black velvet gloves to there


a childlike innocence

lasting well into the



the kind that lands one in

human trafficking rings

or the hands of a serial killer

if not supercareful







Summer  2019  ..the trouble with normal is it always gets worse..

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