So sue me, I thought. This is good for me, And I like it. Hair arranged to no one style. Lips that are ruby. The soft feel of denim Caresses my thighs And cotton adorns my breasts, As I pull the hem Loosely skirting my hips, And prop my sneakers On my desk and Write about what I want. This is me. This is who I am. Sometimes at my best, Sometimes not. Happy to be boring . . ..
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Part of a poetry collect called,
No Make-up But Lipstick
Rhyme, Stanza, and Doggerel
For the Literary Incorrect
I do like pink for my lips, pink lipstick that is. Also like the coral, but red is too bright for me. Cousin in Georgia loves red lipstick though. She is 77 years and wears it. I like the things you wrtie about. You are who you are and that is not boring to me at all. Each to his own, we are all different, the same would be boring if we were all that.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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I somehow doubt YOU could ever be boring..lol
ood stuff this..
vesna.)
Chrissy K. McVay