Poem Written Upon Walking Fifteen Gorgeous City Blocks
By Myself and Realizing This Is What My Life Would Have
Been If I Hadnít Had Children

Well, too late now.

We Held Hands
You took me to the dance
and we held hands.
You took me to the formal
and now I canít walk normal.
Your Bedbugs
Your bedbugs can bite me
any time you invite me.

It Hurts

like an eyelash.

Yesterdayís Poem
is already stale

Jessy Randall

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