I cannot read the greats in coffee shops-
Emily, Sylvia, Maya-
they have to wheel me out,
ask me to stop screaming.
I fear no other women
but those who can write
and I should be paralyzed by daily life
if I ever did my job of receiving right.
I live by removing phobias
and stagnate safely on until
trying no longer kills the blinking urge
and when I must I do it quietly
and never in public.
What! Two poems in one day…
We have been treated 🙂
I had to play catch-up, I didn’t write for a few days while I was on vacation 🙂
Or my inbox is faulty…