Poetry

Poem No. 1

Yes.

But:
I cannot fall in with you-
You and your man and your gobbledey goo,
Your/his love of the screw.

I cannot take that turn.

I am not a poet,
(I don’t think).

You. And your daddy and your Hitler and You’re
At the kitchen sink.
I think

You are eternal.

You.
Poet. Prophet. Priestess. Jew.

She is writing a poem.
She thinks she is you!

She is writing a poem
Nudge and a wink;

I am not a poet.
I do not think.

Ruth Hanrahan