In darkness, she staggers through a bleary evening
that never stops until morning when she is done
fighting to breathe and
eagerly readies herself to leave
the filth that she barely lives in.
C.Ray 3/19/2018
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Our lives have been
rising and falling together; a feather drifts in mesoscale
and we, the fowl mites
travel.
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Life
I have my
Mother’s gnarled hands,
I have my
Sister’s feet.
I have my Indian
Grandpa’s face
With family,
I’m replete
Between the ears
I’m crazy Rich,
My allergies
are Brian,
I have my daddy’s
Close set eyes
I got them without Tryin’
AND
I have two sons so proud and true
With one I got a daughter.
I have an AA, BA, MA
Way more than I ‘oughter
I have one ex-husband
Who doesn’t love me much
And four best friends
Who do.
I own a condo in Puyallup
And rent in tinbucktoo
I have this singsong in my head
That makes me rhyme and paint.
I practice kindness every day,
But I sure ain’t a saint.
I have two dogs with lots
Of treats
Followed by lots of messes
And all this stuff I have to show
I Caused with
“No’s” and “Yesses.”
2/1/2017