Just Another Side Show
I don’t mince words much. Never could. Just end up slicing up everything around me when I try. I do spin plates. Many, many of them. And, they all, always, require immediate attention. I have spent my lifetime, trying to live in a world that wants all of those plates in boxes; craves only sound bites; and, expects death-defying acrobatics. What is a girl to do? I have spent a lifetime making increasingly vain attempts to contort myself into the most uncomfortable forms. Again