What it's Like

Sometimes I’m a sexually repressed nun who fell for someone outside the faith,


A guy carrying multiple, heavy bags of groceries for someone who won’t return the favor,


An active volcano building up pressure; threatening to explode with each earthquake,


A homeless, starving, young boy tempted to steal from a fruit vender,


Unspent money burning a hole in one’s pocket as the colorful bonfire sears from within.


Oblivious is the porcupine who’s tiny, insignificant needles prick my nerves.



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Fitzy Marlote

Add one more the list of poems [now 5] on the subject of unrequited love [mine].

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