Poem Written Upon Walking Fifteen Gorgeous City Blocks
By Myself and Realizing This Is What My Life Would Have
Been If I Hadn’t Had Children
 
Well, too late now.
Luckily.
Luckily.



We Held Hands
 
You took me to the dance
and we held hands.
 
You took me to the formal
and now I can’t walk normal.
 
 
 
Your Bedbugs
 
Your bedbugs can bite me
any time you invite me.
 
 

It Hurts
 
like an eyelash.
 


Yesterday’s Poem
 
is already stale


Jessy Randall

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