a thought.

i think i would like to be an eccentric poet when i grow up
only understood by three others
my husband one of them
if this were so, i wouldn’t mind that all the rest stared at me
and said
what a queer one she is

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: