The Bitch
this poem is not correct
no, wrong, right?
this poem will never speak sideways
which opens giving birth
this poem never fucks spits curses
it has never had a glass of water
this poem is not a way in
for outside is always sunny
we all learn best at play
this poem is not an architect
piled to the ceilings
this poem is not a banana
for it tastes bitter
this poem will not sit outside
waiting to play tag
this poem will not be quiet
loud soft sexy it stings
and breathes like i do
this poem is not my Self or Anyone
for words are not birthdays
this poem is not a way out
looking for meaning
this poem is not words or sex or violence
all i have is time to spare
this poem will never arrive
late early never always
it came before i did
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