Not Me – by Cynthia Mayhew

Speaking of things that are obsolete…

Do your big broad shoulders hold up the sky?

I’d like to put my foot on your face
and explain to you, in great detail
all that your sperm lacks

How its after taste has a hint of wrath

Your mother trembled with premonitions
in her ninth month
knowing deep down
her scarlet prayer shawl was
obsolete

I think it’s in your heart,
your blood
doesn’t know it’s deficient
So, who could blame you?

not me

Still, she had deep prayers,
your mother in the morning garden
at the foothills of the Appalachian mountains
among the corn and the sugar snap peas

The August soil turning onto itself
her prayer shawl
obsolete

Who could blame her?
not me

© Copyright All Reserved By Cynthia Mayhew

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About Tim Keeton

Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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One Response to Not Me – by Cynthia Mayhew

  1. franny124 says:

    Cynthia.Great poem!

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