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[bodytext] => She is the Chalk Outline at the Murder Scene, the shadow which precedes you and me. She's the sea's retreat before the Tsunami, the Silence before the Crash, the Still before Mayhem, the earthquake weather before the shaking begins; the eye of the hurricane. She lives in moments where Time is Hushed; at the brink; the interstices; the river's rush, the blue part of the flame the Single Hand holding back the Universe. And she gets away with it. She is the one pulling the curtain back at Oz, She is the one backing up the one-way zone, who seems to live without money because people simply give her want she wants. She goes to funerals of people she doesn't know and cries reading obituaries. She is the uninvited wedding guest that no one knows, goes to hotels, uses the sauna and the swimming pool and never registers or pays; sits down on the curb on city streets to rest her feet; goes to Poetry meetings and reads the Phone Book; says 'I can be anyone I want to be and then acts out that part saying its just as satisfying to act and dream who you want to be at least it is the first step' She walks against the light if no cars are coming leaving others at the curb, talks in restraunts to strangers asking them what dishes are good and they give her a taste to see what she'll like. Laughs out loud anywhere Runs up and down stairs; wears stripped socks and short black boots calls her mother by her first name always goes home for the holidays, helps her male friends find girl friends helps her girls friends find true love. Sits wide legged; reads novels out loud on the subway; asks strangers to take photographs of her; loves little children; men gather round- she waves and moves on. She once held a Dumped Party where everyone got a chance to tell their story. Holds pot lucks every month in her apartment building; watches soap operas; Got a good education by attending big lecture classes without ever registering. Bought a cheap microphone pretending to be a journalist and interviewed the rich and famous for the contacts. Doormen love her. That's Katie Wrong all the time Right all the time but it doesn't seem to matter [comments] => 0 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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