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Fate takes a sharp, left-turn …

… while I’m in this 1950s beauty.
Murky shade of green.
And big.

And I’m going …
I can hear the tires screeching.

Who’s that, I’m wondering.
Alone out there in the darkness.

But all I hear is my echo.
And the constant buzz of skillful navigation.
So I keep going.
Up to the point of collapse.

Never knowing what’s ahead.
But knowing – believing in myself enough – to know what’s good for me and what’s not. –
Knowing I will restore my control of the steering wheel.
And I will follow your wishes.

(Could you please stop with those left turns, already?
Dramamine isn’t working.
So essentially, it doesn’t matter.
But it does.
To me.)

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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