I trust scruffy people who abhor manicures and have toys beneath their desk and graphite under their short nails

I trust bad hair days and clothes bought in junk shops

after all, aren’t we all bags of water pretending to be lakes?

When we’ve poisoned our water with chemicals

and leaning in, smear some more and cross-pollinate

in a mad show of living

letters never sent

disguising our origin

short, sweet and spent

14 Replies to “Disguising our origin”

  1. I thought this question was perfectly placed and gave the poem quite a bit of kick:

    “after all, aren’t we all bags of water pretending to be lakes?”

    This is a distinctively sound poem, Candice.

  2. I too trust hands that have calluses… oh this line is a winner for me,

    after all, aren’t we all bags of water pretending to be lakes?

    💙

  3. Hello lovely lovely woman – thank you for reading and for being here my friend

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