A poem I posted on Facebook the other day...
But You See Three
By: Stephanie Josiah
8/3/2013 @ 11:35pm
Social anxiety takes on
New meaning
Three children swinging
From my arms but
Strangers
... Always ask
How many...
"How many children do you have?"
Instantly the walls tumble
Like drying linen
The fresh flesh wound about
My breast uncovered
Spotlights glare down on
broken sternum and
Busted arteries
Every hero has a weakness
The cape on my back
Now a flag of surrender
I am no champion
I lost my gooey-cheeked toddler
How do I start to explain
When I answer "four"
But you see
Three?
