High upA Poem by M. Shepherd
I am diminished and diminutive
I belong with the unassuming.
was a dollar and a quarter and the attendant cocked her glossy head when I asked for tap.
sometimes they put pets in crates where the luggage refrigerates.
the onslaught of flesh marking my progress to a fate in the ranks of the corpulent, inflamed faces of middle aged winos in business class, cheeks and lips ablaze, bulbous with drink
I'll still bite the candles of my cuticles to the wick, I'll still buy two buck chuck on my last two bucks.
like mountains at a faultline I will be ma'am instead of miss
headphone wires are leaky faucets of white matter dripping from my ears.
© 2015 M. ShepherdAuthor's Note
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Added on December 24, 2015Last Updated on December 24, 2015 AuthorM. ShepherdPortland, ORAboutLate bloomer and shy of sharing I'm ever reticent to reveal But here I am, ready. more..Writing
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