you know me, wear my heart on my sleeve me,
too much to wear on my sleeve this year
and most days I'm saved from it by teaching art, making art, pushing a cart
I write about what my heart can't bare,
or bear
I em-barr-ass myself.
"there's no other way to write"
my fairy-goddess dixie chick flaxen haired writer friend says
"there's no other way to write"
so I do, "to get used to it," I tell my son who scorns my lack of dedication to the task
prolific science fiction writer, he
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