i was in my natural state   i was testing the waters   that was my intention; to make it possible for the working class to find representation in congress from working class people and or people that are underrepresented and searching for a contemporary voice.  “You wish, sometimes, that everybody could grow old with somebody—that […]

     that’s not me—that’s another voice: who’s voice?  i have to admit it sounded kind of like my default voice—the one in my head that i thought in, but that, nevertheless, did not sound the way my voice sounded on a recording.  now—i was chanting or counting   nen nen nin, non non nun  using a

     not that i don’t long for sweet release, but you’re miles a away from me—both literally and metaphorically.  What do i expect?  That you’ll take on my characteristics, my habits, my dreams, and make me feel like I’m a real woman?  Maybe you can’t do that—that’s all I’m saying, in which case, or, that

9      all is trouble on the western front   i’ve succeeded, no less, in getting your attention—as we roll tide, i belong, then, to the state of Alabama, which, for all I know, can disappear in an instant, just like my campaign for the presidency; and, with an election forthcoming, i guess i was hoping,

     i’ve had enough of this two-faced agreement—that everything i do is for us, and our families, when, of course, it’s just my family that i care about, even if i have a funny way of showing it, and on and on.  outcast by society   “but wait, who are you?”  i’m your friend, Regina!  My

     i think our man actually got his feelings hurt when he saw people pushing back—as if he had expected everybody to like him so much that he could be both a dictator and favored!  he trades money for influence   “as those in power do,” and, as we let my true love steep in, anything

     i see You coming—this is no ordinary stroll, and, if I have my way, i’ll bring you in, rest assured of that.  Alexandria wasn’t talking, so what was up with Craig?  he  used to paint, got pretty good at it, actually—he captured a few likenesses in his masterpiece, portraits of him and his siblings

     down with the despot   and, i think, many people would agree: if an immigrant commits a crime, then that’s one crime too many, but, if an American commits a crime, that’s also one crime too many.  As a mistress to the USA, AOC convinced me that Alex wasn’t just the woman that I was

8      “I am here to do whatever you want me to do,” (AOC).  AOC was angry (at me?) at a police officer that once pulled me over and could’ve taken a disliking to my attitude.  I could only assume, that, in my mind’s eye, I represented AOC and the police officer represented me.  I

     Ok: so maybe they weren’t in completely different places in the continuum and or the hyperspace.  They were connected through me, of course, but i think what i’m trying to say is that my AOC will always be there, in the future, no matter what, whereas, for all I know, Alex might turn out