365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Forty-Eight

when I was a young girl.
there were many lives.
went down three paths.
at the same time.

foundation rickety.
avoided the truth.
and now convergence.
is the one thing to strive for.

fifteen to life, and ticking.
fifteen to life to blow.
wasting time.
though it’s fifteen to life to go.

Laughing too hard to write any more of this. Made up a dirtier version of this chorus earlier at work, but I think riffing on the song in general is responsible for the cackles.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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