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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

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I was a constrained contained trapped adult
chained within childhood convention confines
and chronology – a compacted adult blowing
birthdays away with great puffs hotly eager to
grow – suffering enforced politeness at a host
of indignities – from “children’s menus” to all
that was held from me by simple size – seeking
to step into my future to come in the whisper of
the wind, in ruffled pages -books swallowed al-
most whole – …. Only now – when there is no
like-hood whatsoever that I should be mistaken
for a child – do the giggles bubble and a skip
slip into my step.

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