Stir when I was in the pool, breaststroking in circles, i stirred up the algae, lifted the soft green tinge with my arms, my legs, made a clear centre that I saw only when I stopped stirring, got out, looked at the whole of the body… guilt lacks true rootsuses sunlight, oxygenmy heart, to grow
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POEM A DAY – July 13
(perimenopausal) summertime sadness it’s not fair because i don’t want to feel sad, to feel my muscles putty and my bones sigh as I trudge through grocery store aisles reeling at outrageous prices and doing bad math in my brain between the chunks of sadness that are sad to be spending money that are sad… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 13
VANESSA SHIELDS 