So far from
my own voice
I make excuses to speak
all together.
There are pieces to be pieced,
but i’m busy
thinking about germs implanted
in my thoughts
and the manure you’ve help
to place around it.
I’m thinking of roots
that extend back to my mother,
my mother’s mother,
and my to be a mother
and wonder
when this shit stops
I like it.
very complete
I agree with Gobbo.
I both like it, and feel it is well completed and tied-up.
I really like your lines:
"but i’m busy
thinking about germs implanted
in my thoughts "
This poem certainly rings a bell with me, I can both relate with it’s direct meaning, and the more subtle role played by the woman in the man’s life. This poem, i like very much.