

pro crasI scarcely see the top of my desk Through piles of papers –pro cras
too precious to throw away, but too trivial to hold on to Every once in a while I will look at the desk with scorn. “You know,”
(I say to myself)
“You know, I really ought to go through those papers.” But you know, I never do.


A Candy Theatresugar sweet stage I dance on cinnamon graham crackersA Candy Theatre
bask in the the marshmallow spotlights and hide behind licorice curtains
lollipops and dum dums
my candy theatre my sugar coated life


Hilaryopen the window pains takingly beautiful concrete towers arise from cracked found ation; they reach and stretch to new heights just like pencil marks on a doorframeHilary
stand on your tippy toes until you come
to the glass ceiling you
must break it open it is your duty as a woman
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