april is poetry month #15

A House of Water a House of Light

If my husband dies before I die I will be alone.

And I will stay alone because I yearn  

toward aloneness the upright girlness of me yearns

for her own rooms and spaces I will erase…

(contact me to hear the rest of poem–rebeccacookwriter@gmail.com)

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