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Lisa
Prince
the
poet is brought to her knees
I
have known parchment less forgiving
than
a mother's offhand words or the stare
of a
stranger in a public space
broken
nails scrape just as easily down
the
spines of books as humans
but
are less pleasing in the end
sooner
or later we all are categorized
when
your grocery receipts add up
to
double zeros you carefully tally
each
letter of the alphabet only to find
your
name left in the coffee grinds
decaf
is not an option until you've hit
that
other button on the elevator
just
the way the ground floor almost always isn't
if I
hold onto my pencil tighter
than
my grip on reality then I won't
be
swept away like so much flotsam
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Lisa Prince
calls Southern Ontario
(Canada) her home, where she lives with her daughter and
three
cats. Currently a full-time mom and
homemaker, she writes as the mood strikes, and more recently as a
daily poetic challenge. email: L.Prince
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