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BFM

A.M. Guessing Game

Each morning I think: I know who I am. 

Then stumble into the bathroom,

look in the mirror and wonder:

where I got this awful wig.

B.F.M.

Expectations

Betwixt two maypoles
light contorts, yet
I’m to walk up right
without support.

B.F.M

Earlier in the day I posted and image from my notebook, the before. This is the after.

Click here to see the before.