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Locomotion

Walking Woman

Locomotion

Coffee filters
float like
dandelion dreams
when locomotive
steam drawn
women thunder
by.

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I know that there are some women that, when they are angry, don’t really say anything, but they have that sense of purpose to their movement. It’s that brisk-stiff, I’m suddenly-silent-and-cleaning-everything-ferociously sort of movement. I, for example, do this and, as a result, I usually end up knocking loose papers off the fridge or, in one case last night, of sending a few stray coffee filters into the air. I also reeeallly like the fact that locomotive starts with loco, ’cause there is just a bit of that crazy-mad in me that gets me walking around all fast aka being steam powered as I thunder through the kitchen.

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