single mothers write poems too

sitting here in the space where no one needs me no one pulls at me no one is asking me for anything sitting here with quiet on an early evening i flirt with the possibility of retiring early down blanket pulled to my ears my head buried in a therapeutic pillow designed to keep my…

Some Birds Do Fly in the Rain

“THEY ALWAYS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” she is shouting. She is sitting all of 3 feet away from me and although I have told her 4 times during this conversation that these are not walls but a cubicle with a door, she does not lower her voice. “Who? Who are you talking about?”…