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Gossip
December 4, 2015
I am a name
that stretches like long, tender limbs
over wagging tongues and dry lips
that pull shapes and contort
into mutillated syllables and sounds
and travels over the snow-capped mountains
to settle in the stale city of the valley below.
© Kira L., Bethesda, MD
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In small towns I used to hear about all kinds of people and all the "scandalous" things they did. But I didn't know these people. They were just names to me. How could I know if that person, that name, was really all the things they were being made out to be? When people talk about you and saw awful things- it twists the image of people have of you until it's almost unrecognizable.