Poems

Going Outward

One day

kidnapped by a fit of valour

I shall write a book.

 

One day

we will sing and dance together

an offering of love.

 

One day

I’ll spew my bowels burning ardour

for men I’ve never met.

 

One day

you may chance upon a book whose author,

out of her poverty, poured out all that she had;

her whole lively-hood.

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