Monday, February 4, 2013

I hate this feeling—


as if I’ve done something wrong.
I did not make the milk jugs leak.
It’s not my fault the dogs
rolled in the morning dew and
brought the dampness in.
I did not know you were
saving the pickles for Max.
Your taxes are due, and
you used your last check last night.
(I thought you were happy
you could now change your name.)
It’s not my fault you’re a woman.
I did not design your body.
I’m sorry you don’t have time
to practice, to run with Celeste,
to spend time with your son,
to sleep late, to be alone.
I was only trying to help.

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"I hate this feeling—" was published in Volume 15, Issue 1, of  Amarillo Bay, an online literary magazine that has been produced quarterly since 1999. Here is a direct link to my poem.


Eric


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