Eleventh poem of the day. I don’t like to watch you dance because it stirs me up inside and I know you have no interest My infatuation does me more harm than good that’s when I turn to the Irish exit In short order I will remember seeing you dance in that polka-dot skirt I’ll [...]
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Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Eleven: Neither neither nor nor
Eleventh poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem from the point of view of someone without a home. Where is there left to go when you’re neither neither nor nor? When you’re not allowed a name only a label? When you’re defined by what you (don’t) have instead of who you [...]
