I stood in the poetry section
of the bookstore on High Street,
where I’ve always felt intellectually
intimidated,
and thought of my mother
and a blog post a friend wrote
and the poems I haven’t written yet.
I stood in the poetry section
of the bookstore on High Street,
where I’ve always felt intellectually
intimidated,
and thought of my mother
and a blog post a friend wrote
and the poems I haven’t written yet.
