Poem #68

No sketchbook
No exacto
Sharply oil based marker thin an thick.
Cutting down, cutting thin the sentences.
Hurting, we do a lot of hurting, we hurt forever and ever and ever, and one or two times we feel good.
Hubby undid, hubby unsung, hubby unhinged and stingy with the lemonade smiles.
Jiffy quick stop sells sic packs, we need several to clear the heir.
I was wanted but now that I have been unwanted I know what it is to want to be unwantable.
Sometimes life just goes wrong,
For a long time and I think of
Mothers who give their lives for no good kids every day, I would say be worth it, but preachers don’t know shit about the flavors of heaven.


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