curse                                         (2014?)
i curse you to see my face
in every pornographic picture
and on every woman you meet
i curse you to hear my son’s infant cries
in every supermarket
and fellowship hall
i curse you to feel my hands
in every breeze and raindrop
that touches your skin
i curse you to see my boy’s
grin in every child
you laugh with
i curse you to hear my voice
calling you in my nightmares
in your dreams
i curse you to remember
‘because he is not my son’
every time you touch the strings
i curse you to taste my kisses
in every sip of coffee
on your lips


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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