Lifetime at Midnight: A Poem By Me.

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golden girls
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golden girls
fraiser
the nanny
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middleage

lower east side

her LIP lockED knees
kick knocked
CLING CLANG
like a noise i haven't heard since '79
which is strange because i was born
in 1980

she SHOOK like a flutter kick in a puddle pool
face caked
powered traces
lines like scales on her pasty skin
unreal, but mostly crayon
neon moron
more on

moving like a leaf
THUD thudding
clip CLOP
thud THUDDING
clip CLOP

so this was the lower east side on a friday
THIS was the lower east side on a friday