Tuesday: Can’t Be Tamed

Once you move past the political socio-connotations.  The History of it.  

All that you can unravel and bat around, like a cat made happy with a tin-foil ball

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 It comes down to this:  

45 Years of mutinous-me.  Victim.  Oppressor.  All-in-One.

And I am the battleground.

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Today, this  particular Tuesday, it is looping on my eternal I-pod.

And it is enough to make a girl pick up some grease paint; to smear a stripe and to go grab a stick.




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