After Lunch, When I Felt Not Real, Perhaps Dead

She walked with a pronounced
limp. Despite that,
I thought everything
would work out.

That’s silly,
but there was a streetscape
topped with beauty.

The black curls were bouncy, variable-
speed like fake rubber. No, she marches
upright, seriously real. I need to
dance but I am alone.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on June 2, 2012 - 8:48 am

    She walked with a pronounced limp. At first I thought this was going to be about the federal government.

    • #2 by Carl on June 4, 2012 - 9:31 pm

      That would be crawling with a pronounced limp, right?

  2. #3 by Find an Outlet on June 2, 2012 - 11:02 am

    It’s OK to dance alone, I do it all the time. You never know what can happen.

    • #4 by Carl on June 4, 2012 - 9:33 pm

      You are right, of course. It’s all right to do anything alone as long as it is for the good.

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