i got to wake up
outside the margins
where they chose
not to see me
the way I saw
myself
they preferred
not to see me
at all
blue the color of
the blood survived the suburbs
on meatloaf and
microwave popcorn
you spend a quality lifetime
with yourself. you know who you are
latchkey
circles the neck
yet they suggest or imagine you
fit into an image they fashioned
i don't play inside the margins
i am no cookie to be cut
sitcom ina tv
cherry ina bonbon
chardonnay
ina box
ina fridge
to be seen is
my right
if not
the law
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