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Un-Ode To Modern Living Part 2 By: Rachelle King on 5/13/2002; 5:29 PM I need to walk down an empty street not feeling the smog’s luke warm breath down the back of my shirt. My shoulder blades always cave in towards each other creating avalanches of crinkled flab lining my body’s main support beam. My back hurts enough already. I need to spend more time focusing on what’s left to do and less time focusing on what’s left of me. There’s not much in good working condition but much potential for renovation. I need to exercise my eyes with more words and less images. I need to create more images and write less words. I need to learn to remember the things that remind me of fury, confusion, and frustration instead of writing fury, confusion, and frustration. I need to remember to do the laundry before the workweek begins. They frown on dirty jeans and bras that smell like BO. I need to remember to do the laundry after the workweek ends. I frown on dirty energies and bras that smell like BS. I need to live in a place where cops don’t tailgate to create speeding tickets. Hawks on empty street corners waiting in the black to impose the white paint-stained breadbox of democracy. I need to find an open cage in which to sing. I probably could never escape the need to watch life pass me by through iron bars. Though, it's nice to fly out sometimes.
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