Leap Of Faith

My mother fed me
beef gravy from
her fingers when
I was a baby
and that is what
has made me
who I am.

I can't wink
more than twice
at the same handsome
stranger on the street.

I shuffle my feet
when I walk I ask
for too many favors,
ask too many questions.

I am in love
with deception.

Once,
I was even arrested
for selling myself

too short.

Lisa Zaran

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