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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