Poem: At Least I’m Happy – 07/01/20

 At least I’m happy, she sings, 
 as she pokes out her tongue, 
 blows a raspberry in his face.
  
 Ewww, girl germs!
 His body flexes back as if he’s a reincarnation of a 
 yogi or Gumby,
 flexible to an amazing degree
 simply because of a little bit of spittle,
 it is but a harmless raspberry.
  
 You never wanted me 
 The accusation
 
 But now, you will see:
 I stand proud and true
 I don’t curl with agony
 I didn’t shatter with your hurtful unfeeling
  
 The boy lunges toward the woman,
 lording over and talking down 
 I gave you all you were worth
  
 and in unison:
 I guess you weren’t worthy enough. 
  
 © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
 All images signed “LMH” 
 are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock 
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 Photo by Siavash Ghanbari on Unsplash 

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