As we have now crossed the half-way point, I have replenished my snacks and water and cold brew – and even though there’s not a prompt calling out to be utilized this hour I feel like I’m at least somewhat human again and honestly that’s…
Tag: Poem 13
How-to
Motherhood began in an ER in Florida I took a day to trek from the keys up to Miami My reward Was two flashing hearts. That wasn’t the beginning. Confirmation. It was the confirmation. The belly jabs Vaginal ultrasounds Like robot sex with witnesses That…
Hour 13 – Haiku
Rainbow-rimmed orange Slice painted on the cloudy canvas, full of hope