Friday, February 19, 2016

A Mind of my Own

A Mind of my Own


I’m complicated
a ghostly figure
afraid of aging…
a squatter, a dreadful stain
in a complicated world

I was not born to impress
like a working-class Puerto Rican
waiting to win
the Powerball…
simple enough?

I don’t want my name
shortlisted in simplicities—
no such thing
as equal opportunity employer
in poetry

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