Letting Life Lead
Beer and corn nuts perfume my outfit.
“Another round, Babe,” they call. My matte lipstick smiles. That’s not my name.
A skeever grabs my ass; I nod to Henry. The bounce height is proportionate.
At home, I scrub my face and tuck into Differential Equations.
Vulnerable on main
My personal stories and musings
Find BIG inspiration in the little moments
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
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