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roseanne morales
 
   
Rose Morales has a BA in English Literature from Rutgers University, which has never gotten her employment, an IQ of 142 that has never gotten her invited to MENSA (she would respectably decline anyway), one 23 year old daughter who has brought her great joy, and one husband of 25 years who more or less has too. She has written poetry since the age of 7, has been published, but, aside from a $100 prize won in high school, has never been paid. She lives in Miami, Florida.
 
   
Clarity
 
   

Obfuscate,

obliterate;

obscure the meaning

with flowery phrases

and reckless referrals

then give them a shovel.

. ..

They’ll dig it.....

.. ..

Partition

each participle;

dangle words

in front of their noses,

don’t give them

a scent,

show them

a fragrance.

.. ..

Have a whiff.....

.. ..

It’s not that

I want to leave

you blind,

I’m trying to make you

polish

your lenses.

Open your eyes,

use all your senses.

.. ..

Two dollars on Eureka in the sixth.....

.. ..

I swear I will always

tell the truth,

but I won’t

always say

what I mean.