Memoir Poetry

Most people would argue that poetry is about writing what’s inside you.  Sometimes, though, it’s about writing what you would like to be inside you.

It’s good she
 
said It’s
good to
 
Look
from pen to
paper pad to
coffee cup -black
filled- to black
and white cat on
her lap
 
Smell the thrum
            cadence
            of rotted Cyprus
and green alli-
 
gators
 
in the soft
bloop pup
bubbles
of the living
mud
 
What more
 
could a woman need
she thought

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