On Writing

Poem 216 – What Happens When I Buy A Journal For My New Poetry

What Happens When I Buy A Journal For My New Poetry

They’re in me now
Smart Kempe Plath Echlin
Four storms of weathering behind my kneecaps – shy
But curious, changing my gait
They do that
Extraordinary women
Dive inside me
Olympians of words
I’m a country they take over
Soon we will all be biting gold
Revelling in each other’s linguistic personal bests

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