The site is dedicated to my beautiful friend Jo who is battling breast cancer. The poems help distract her from the fight. I’m asking everyone to say a prayer for Jo. Keep smiling Ms. All rights and privileges reserved 2021
These are the hours where beauty reigns. Treasured bodies carried out in a way where passing glances compliment her look. She’s the girl, who seemingly has it all, and yet, she’s fatally flawed. She passes each and every day with the same attention and attraction to detail. Try and count the familiar faces. Beautiful Grace is Beauty’s Burden she swears she has no idea what it means to press her luck. Going even further than that, Grace can’t forget a face or the words in a conversation. She’s just in time to identify the man being held against his will. She’s 100% sure she’s seen his face before, just before he turns and says they’ve never met she repeats their conversation. Prolific Grace, has supported her claims of knowing every face. Every person I point out sure enough, she knows their name. Photographic or otherwise Grace’s mind is constantly at work without ever realizing why she’s committed these people to her working memory. I sit amazed, thinking of her burden remembering every tiny detail the minutia just adds up. Details never escape her mental grasp. Grace apologizes if she’s offended anyone remembering every word that’s ever been whispered. Does this mean she’s never wrong? Imagine the conversation she repeats word for word it’s impossible and real. Grace just begs to simply be forgotten and not remember every single word for word for word.