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Medley Mash-up

by Sarah Sexton, 20.06.21

Being a mom is a job. Beautiful and aching. The raising of my three daughters rooted my feminism and feminimity. Mama Bear. Mama Bird. Mama Sarah.
YES! You have a bright future, but the world calls on you now. Your spark is needed now and is lessons to all those who see and share.
Poetry Sunday. Poetry between laundry loads. Poetry day. Poetry every damn day. Poetry.
Read it. Write it. Love it. Live it.
I watched a funny video about a grocery store clerk giving directions on how to load the conveyor belt with groceries. The lady taking the directions in was so confused. I saw myself immediately. Above is a reflection of my beloved, city centre Tesco.

Medley #6

The other evening, around 6 pm, I needed to make a dash to our city centre Tesco. The pigeon route was clear making way for me to walk the new path. Except! It was not.

Oddly tall was a very drunk man. He was skins on top and walking on stilts. He attempted to walk. He was as drunk as a skunk and could not stand steady and fell over time and time again. I thought, is this real. He was slurring words and there was a police officer in the car park staring at him. The police officer made a move when the drunk circus act started slurring on me.

It was as odd as seeing an owl after our first day of school. First day. First year in UK. We unlocked the door and there was an owl on our roof. A man started chasing it with a dead rat. Caroline said, where the heck are we?

Good friends come and I will never let go.

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