I am tired
Tied to death like this.
A lame pair
Roped in a three-legged race.
What a bother an April picnic is—
Spoon-feeding me desire.
But I’m no spring chicken.
A shabby hen against the odds.
Imprudent, clawing toward the finish line.
The gravity of my situation only perpetuating my inevitable trajectory.
Every April, always dragging it out.
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Birthday poem 2019