it was never about birds
and bees but bees and flowers
(for you) boys were
tea kettle spouts
when you found the kitten in the oil
stained garage,
strangled with a hose
there was no “click”
just salt, running
chin to floor
you
walked away, asked me
for braids, hoped
mom and dad would notice
More poetry at Used Furniture.
Another good one, Annette….just keep goin´.
H.
Merry EXMAS.
thanks for the deep touch, wherever…
merry xmas*c
Excellent poetry, Annette! Thanks for sharing.
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