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Steve A.
Early Childhood Systems, General Liability, Pro skier
Steve A. is a professional working in the Child Development Division at the State of Vermont, specifically in the Information System Help Desk role. His LinkedIn profile indicates a focus on Early Childhood Systems and Community Development, emphasizing his commitment to supporting early childhood wellbeing. He has experience in this area, which is crucial for his role in managing information systems that likely support various child development initiatives within the state.
In addition to his professional responsibilities, Steve is noted for having interests in general liability and is also identified as a pro skier, suggesting a diverse range of skills and interests outside of his primary work focus. His LinkedIn username is steveames, where more details about his professional background and network can be accessed .1
Highlights
This wonderful poem:
No, I Do Not Want to Connect with You on LinkedIn | Emily Skaja
Of all the washed-up terror prodigies in all the Underworld— I’m gonna need you especially to stay the fuck out of my iPhone. So you’re still king of that shot-up little roach house on Cat Piss Ave, still hung up on that time I didn’t let you stay my dearest threat? Look at you. So mad you’d @ anything. Wanting me taken down, taken out. Lolol, rage-cake. You tried. In the years since I was last light-starved, hell-bent on your half-cocked lure I have kept the moon on all night in my own way, by listening, by not forgetting it is there. Small witchery. And by the way, your shit is not a secret. This here is girl country. Trust me when I say we know all about your kind in our ranks. All you motherfuckers make it easy—you wear the same shitty face. Rude to the end, you missed my victory scene. I wore blue lace & wolf spit, I sang torch songs, I was carried up into the trees by waves. The moon knew me. It took my side. Duh, I thought, & I gave you the finger. One day, I woke up such a force, I watched your name fall right out of the language. Did you feel that? How you are now girl dust? Shipwreck? Bone muck? Ghost? It’s only in another life that I could be damned back to hell for your half-look, that I was ever your jilted bride, sweating it out Aqua-netted in a farm field down by the interstate under a goddamn willow bower, eye-deep in a rabble of no-account drunks. You once thought to make me afraid, to consider what that might do to me. I think now: how unimaginative. To kill a tree, any asshole can hammer a ring of nails into the trunk. Already, you don’t know me, & one day I will be even stranger, one day I just may fall to my knees in church to say Reverend, my God, what were Eve’s other choices & I trust you will not be there as my witness. I admit I once believed I could be anything, & didn’t you say to me then “That’s true for some people”—? When I was seven, a boy slapped me & I was punished for “inciting violence.” So it began: when I bled, I thought I deserved it. I wanted one brightly colored warship; I wanted a grief with my name printed right there on it. To have & to hold—there is, after all, a difference. Before anyone fucked with her, Eurydice was just a woman walking alone through a field of snakes. It’s late now, much too late to hold us back—you know that— pay attention this time when the hiss of our names ribbons off, white flame against the dark.
Thanks for sharing Stowe Boyd
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