Coming to Terms with Self
“You aren’t a prize”
I felt
about myself
inspite
of boundless love
“We are all prizes
…but like…
carnival prizes
that feel sticky
in that one spot
on the butt”
I feel now
while trying
to keep
my butt clean
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at the germantown fair
when i made the bell ring tyice
i won winda wipers & baby diepers
Jim, I won a free ride on the Ferris Wheel and got stopped at the top for over an hour while a mechanic worked to get the downward circle moving.