gravity
Dancing without gravity,
swimshimmy birdflap backflip wild,
would be flying fine,
but gravid is the corpus.
So work the sex, skirting vulgarity.
Work the arms, denying the armature.
Work the legs, grinding into the rhythm
as a lover.
Flirt, flail, fight gravitas,
weight we can't escape,
but defy,
gyroscopic inside
our birdcage of bones.
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Wraitchel
I have a BA in Art from a good private college. I am originally from the South. I have three children. I am married.
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Our 96 year old house after the first day of snow. We got about 6 more inches after that, and are due for more over the next 24 hours.
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