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a romantasy author learning to build a life worth living
mother teaches me to pose
A poem I wrote in Creative Writing class at UC Santa Barbara, 1997.

a big hand grips mine
bull-like and stubborn
while i lie awake
butterflies dangling from the ceiling
i think of snowflakes
in japan when i am five
a girl with long hair, brown eyes
and a smile
playing with goats
pictures under cherry trees
blooming
mother teaches me to pose
one hand on one hip
cross the legs with a twinkle
pony tails and shiny buckles on shoes
my feet in stirrups
and i’m praying to god
everything will be fine
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