Monday, July 6, 2015

I Lack Grace

I slink and sidle
on this path you choose for me,
not well made for it
though you think other
things of my differential
frames of charity.

You say I will do
as if your authority's
my sufficiency.

I've never wanted
you in that role in my life
even though your call
does turn me inside
out. I do whine about all
this munch, drag my feet,
so to say, to speak.

January 9, 2011 2:01 AM

1 comment:

The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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