4 Poems by Megan Hamilton
I Need To Do My Laundry
I need to do my laundry
It’s piled up on the floor
Every time I get undressed it just ads more
I need to do my laundry
It’s become a sea on the floor
I’ll need a boat
Just to get to the door
Birdbaths in Street Cracks
Birdbaths in street cracks
Festering wounds left for the flies
Tearjerker
Pull rivers from my eyes
The Moon Tucks My Worries Away
The sun rises
The sun sets
The moon tucks my worries away
And puts them to rest
I Am Crimson Red
I am crimson red
The blood that sheds from a woman’s womb
And I am equally pink
A birth certificate with babies feet
Printed in black ink


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