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time for rehearsals</p><p id="ac41">Rolling each other up the hill And through the garden We finally stood Centre stage In the People’s House.</p><p id="6b16">Ice cold glasses, chilled champagne Overflowing teapots and Stacks of receipts Tell the story Of body paint to pantsuit.</p><p id="0926">Outsiders then, disrupters now Hefty cards don’t matter; they never did> Part of the mob, down south, you say Our crowded marginalia intersect.</p><p id="6124">We dance under Flowerworks. Tempered by pain. Tickled by bubbles, we laugh. We scream, we cry And then we live.</p><h1 id="93fb">This is an unedited first draft for Day#8 of the 30/30 Project for Tupelo Press.</h1><p id="3216">Over the course of February, I will write a poem daily. This process highlights the iterative nature of the craft, peeling back the curtains that can act as barriers.</p>

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<p id="9068">If you want to get a behind-scenes peak into the themes, research and experience I draw on when writing, please drop me a note in the comments below.</p><p id="f1e2">Check out the article below for more about the BARE: Uncensored project.</p><div id="a5f9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/completely-bare-uncensored-poetry-5087c7c53f7a"> <div> <div> <h2>Completely Bare: Uncensored Poetry</h2> <div><h3>30/30 Project (February): Overview and Day #1</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*ML1OyS2T2PFxJDoq)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

BARE: UNCENSORED POETRY

30/30Project Day #8: FOR ADIE

Image created through DALLE ai by author, using description: Gustave Klimt style digital painting of a woman with golden whirling in a golden circle surrounded by bubbles and sparkles.

FOR ADIE

We breathed Golden Circles Forgetful of time and money We were fuelled by hope Driven by love

We were (energy) hurricanes?

Sitting in the margins under Golden Arches We found our sisters by choice Sidestepping suits, we created Flowerful calendars brimming with hope To track our drills.

No time for rehearsals

Rolling each other up the hill And through the garden We finally stood Centre stage In the People’s House.

Ice cold glasses, chilled champagne Overflowing teapots and Stacks of receipts Tell the story Of body paint to pantsuit.

Outsiders then, disrupters now Hefty cards don’t matter; they never did> Part of the mob, down south, you say Our crowded marginalia intersect.

We dance under Flowerworks. Tempered by pain. Tickled by bubbles, we laugh. We scream, we cry And then we live.

This is an unedited first draft for Day#8 of the 30/30 Project for Tupelo Press.

Over the course of February, I will write a poem daily. This process highlights the iterative nature of the craft, peeling back the curtains that can act as barriers.

If you want to get a behind-scenes peak into the themes, research and experience I draw on when writing, please drop me a note in the comments below.

Check out the article below for more about the BARE: Uncensored project.

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