blog of poet, leah umansky

Self :: History

I don’t want

this third pull

Do as the duckling

Lop-tailed and  clacking

Put it small

but, full.

I am sure;  I am sure; Sure, I am

learning occurrences differently.

I am enlightened.

Throw a lighted-one here.

Oh, these spaces

With their certain hurts and harms.

I am done being  ___________

Done being _____________

Kill the sweet.

No marveling.

Steal your life.

Require cutting.

Juxtapose:          self-healing w/descent

If this were olden times;

If this were olden,

I’d still supply it all.

©Umansky 2010