Ann Marie Steele
This is my favorite part
an uncle rehashinghis stoned, drunk,passed-out concert inthe 70’s, Eddie Moneyscreaming gimme somewater into the mic atthe exact moment somepasserby pours their beeratop his spinning head,faced with waking backup
I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.
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