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a poem by Puma Perl (2 of 2)unconvinced
owns my voice so does lily tomlin or your sister it is not mine shout words along the highway regal as emperors panting against windows someone insists that i sound terrible, i must be sick that i am well it makes them angry a woman told me that I look like her not like myself my poems fail to convince him that they are poems and exist only in my stolen images and sounds |