Today's poem is by Jody Porter
State, you have been reckless with my heart
and these endings hurt. I cannot trust again
your wheedling face and pillow talk.
What about those honey days?
Those tended gardens and bread for all?
State, I feel like a fool.
I trusted you and you sold my walking shoes
to someone who only taxis.
State, I've killed the children we would've had together
and buried them with my passport.
Copyright © 2017 Jody Porter All rights reserved
from New Boots and Pantisocracies
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