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Fairy tales are how girls get to sleep Girls who sleep sweetly next to siblings; best friends' pictures scattered about the room their world is safe and full of love But I have no prince, no siblings, no daily phone calls, no pictures, no best friends, no sweet dreams. What does that leave me?      I stop to give a homeless man a taco and to ask him about life, love, healing, karma. Frosty says I should stop by again sometime. I smile      The teal green hat I bought in Japan makes me look silly; I put it on, grin at the girl in the mirror and play with the fuzzy ***** attached to the ear strings.      Today I look up from my tv series to watch Madeleine in her favorite Madeline shirt, chatting with her friend while casually dusting our food storage.      The cute girl who swipes IDs manages an awkward conversation upon my every re-entry to the caf -- Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked her sexuality for no apparent reason, or pretended to ***** in the dish room.      My mother once broke her nose doing a pushup      Upward facing dog. This’ll do.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:11 AM UTC
Fairy tales
Fairy tales are how girls get to sleep Girls who sleep sweetly next to siblings; best friends' pictures scattered about the room their world is safe and full of love But I have no prince, no siblings, no daily phone calls, no pictures, no best friends, no sweet dreams. What does that leave me?      I stop to give a homeless man a taco and to ask him about life, love, healing, karma. Frosty says I should stop by again sometime. I smile      The teal green hat I bought in Japan makes me look silly; I put it on, grin at the girl in the mirror and play with the fuzzy ***** attached to the ear strings.      Today I look up from my tv series to watch Madeleine in her favorite Madeline shirt, chatting with her friend while casually dusting our food storage.      The cute girl who swipes IDs manages an awkward conversation upon my every re-entry to the caf -- Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked her sexuality for no apparent reason, or pretended to ***** in the dish room.      My mother once broke her nose doing a pushup      Upward facing dog. This’ll do.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:11 AM UTC
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