Wounded Coffee
Monday, December 6, 2010
alone on the dance floor
Mom:
Where’s my body? I see a baby and some dirt. Like I’m on the dance floor,
trying
to take deep breaths, and I’m just a head with no body! Nobody’s going to look at
me.
I’m just a
head
!
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