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
Wendy L. Koenig 