Don't Remember Me
Some folks like to be remembered. Don't remember me.
I am not a model for little children to be.
Watch out for loners and guys with two first names.
They tend to lose their identities. They have nothing
to lose. They have nothing to gain, although many have
movies made about them.
They'll never write a movie about me. My life is lame.
1977
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Stephanie blue eyes and wavy hair
looked straight ahead
stiff from medication
Stephanie roused the deadened air
with a beautiful song she sang in French
Stephanie fat and swollen in her calves
a young girl with dreams
unspoken
Stephanie stared and stared
and stared in silence unbroken
Stephanie sat in group unfurled
spoke of her father and a secret
desire
Stephanie brilliant, warped
poor girl with a brain on fire
1982
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