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. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. 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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