You pass judgment like godliness is your cross to wear. To bear. Bare. Like sex. I wear Love on my sleeve. I’m queen of the cards I’ve been dealt:
Hearts. I’ve got crowns in spades. Now I set the rules. I had a boyfriend who handled me like
Twitter. Do you follow me? He liked me
better from behind. I prefer this
retrospective. Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder. I’m wearing the Emperor’s new
clothes. Do you like what you see? Watch the way I turn phrases like
tricks. Sex. I’ve got my watch set to Finally Time To Be
Happy. Let me pass like your judgment. On to the next one.
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About Me
- Molly Shea
- Molly Shea is a nonfiction writer and a recreational poet in New York City. Her memoir-in-progress Love You, Mean It tells the story of how growing up in a dysfunctional matriarchal family in Southwestern Wisconsin ultimately affected her adult life. It is a story about love in the context of rape, abuse, alcohol, and hope. Molly would like to live and love happily ever after. Molly holds a Masters from The New School.
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