Wishing

poetry

I want to be the blade of grass

a blade that cuts nothing but the wind

sway me in the breeze and

make quiet love to the darkness.

I worry always about where I’m

going to die – I wish I had a map

with a big red ‘X’ on it so as

to never go there.

 

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13 thoughts on “Wishing

      1. I was once named “Patient X” in a complaint by the Nova Scotia College of Physicians & Surgeons against my current husband. I started calling myself by that name. It came in handy.

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