Like so much of what I wrote during this era, this reflects a powerlessness that was very real to me at the time. I couldn’t see the connection between forcing things to be how I thought they “should be” and landing in the dumpster.
dumpster-do
the alley way of your mind
where you wait for the wind
to knock you down
get knocked out of you
where the other shoe never fits
always eventually drops
and where running leads
only to dark corners
blocked passageways
the perpetual dumpster
high heels skating
circles in the air
at the end of
lifeless legs.
JULIE ANN STEVENS 
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