I wondered what “content” meant.
Contentment. And I wondered
how I’d labored, lumbered
homeward under rain and thunder.
None of us know “resent” meant,
and yet our resentment flourished
even as we were overnourished.
Our cocktail cups burnished.
Our attitude girlish.
And I wished
I’d listened harder in grade school.
Wished i’d taken notes instead
of learning by rote
like a damn goat.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018 at 11:58 am
hey, this one’s good.
Thursday, February 22, 2018 at 8:29 am
Thank you, i tried to write well when I was writing it