National Poetry Month: Day 5

Today in Lieu of sharing another boring update I am going to share a poem that I have tinkered with the last few days.

It is too personal to really go into my collection or to be submitted to a zine, so I think I will publish it here just to go on record and for you to see a little of what I mean about lacking poetry.


I am not her,
I would not be a good mother
I could not be that nurturing
kids are great, if I can give them back
If they are not mine

Sure a little half of me and half him
would be cute
but would also be a lifetime
I am not willing to spend
I am independent
and independently selfish.

I am not her
not a mini Mary
it was hoped I would be
or even a second hand    Dorothy

I am just

Plainly and simply

Bluntly and unpoetically

The flawed and the selfish




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