It's the last one! And it's late.
The Napowrimo prompt is to "write a poem about something that happens again and again."
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Telling My Life Stories
Each time,
the stories fade a bit,
their characters,
sorted into heroes and villains,
falling into
the same bad habits.
My listeners, numb,
nod in the wrong places,
eyes searching
the hallways and classrooms
for a way out.
But I keep talking,
and waving my hands
as if directing
oncoming traffic.
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