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Workshop w/Nicole
Prompt: I was taught…& now I know
Funny little lessons sprinkled on a childhood veiled in normalcy.
Strange how by example sunk deeper into my awareness
of conscious than any by the hand preaching ever could.
I was taught by stitched up lips that speaking up was sacrilege,
that the gaze of our pupils were only meant to be cursory acquaintances.
There’s a Grand Canyon gap few are aware of
between being taught a lesson and learning one.
My misshapen diction that never found a puzzle piece home,
always felt worn-in comfortable.
Edit by 50%
By example sunk deeper into my conscious awareness
than any lesson taught by hand in a childhood veiled in normalcy.
Speaking up was sacrilege screamed those stitched up lips.
My direct gaze never quite catching your pupils’ perpetual dance of escape.
Misshapen diction without a puzzle piece home fit me just like worn-in comfortable shoes.
Edit to 50 words
Examples quicksanded into my consciousness
far more than step by step lessons sprinkled
on childhoods veiled in normalcy.
Stitched up lips screamed speaking up was sacrilege.
Your pupils Houdini danced away from my direct gaze.
My misshapen diction without a puzzle piece home
were always worn-in shoe comfortable to me.
