September 16, 2016

mis-additions


sure in her body, finally confident
in her skills, on her birthday she counts piercings and tattoos,
pounds lost and men tossed,
unhad babies, unhad marriages,
unhad dreams come true.

and fool,

she sums up her life in one word:
rejection.  and cries herself to sleep after
singing aretha at karaoke and winning trivia with bar crawlers,
after betting a blow job and winning.
forgetting she can grow tomatoes

and pull the cart when the oxen fall,
she is solitary, upstanding and finally
faithful after all:
that with her, only love will never come.

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