Susanna

I think I have the bones of nothing human and the ego of nothing sacred.

I have not found a way to decompose the odds and boil off the hatred.

These soft soliloques are always looming in the distance—

Monologes, until I can find something worth my interest.

Worth my time—yours spent writing soft, sweet lullabies

That need reprise, because I'm missing what had mattered most in life.

Because, see, I was created—not out of some test-tube

I was not fated to live by God's nor some professor's rules

Yes, I have flaws, a dozen, but that is what I choose

Because I burst in on reality with balance sewn into my shoes.