I really don't
Care if some
University professor
Says this is
Prose or poetry.
I am not
Writing this
For them
I am writing
This for me.
I have no
Children to whom
I will pour
Out my life
Story in snippits.
I have no idea
If my Scribe
Will actually
Ever write down
Anything I told
Her.
All I have
Are these
Poems…
These memory
Keepers.
I know the last
Poem was a certain
Way in my head
But I know
That history
And historians
Have a fascination
With how it
All happened…
And so I do
My best
To help them
Piece together
How it all
Happens in
My head…
My future Scribes.
I feel them.
Those children
Not of my
Loins but
Of my heart…
These poems
Are just as
Much for them
As myself.
They are just as
Much for my
Readers
My other
“Children”
My kin
Of my Soul.
My mother teaching
Me magick
My old lovers
Breaking my heart
The sunsets
That took
My breath away
As much as
The food
That caused
Me to orgasm
In public…
They are my
Keepers…
Little ways
To help trigger
The things that
Happened to me
Because I have
No spouse
To help remind me
How it was
Back in the day.
I will have in
This year
365 poems
To remind me
Of what an
Amazing year
This was
In my life…
And because
Of them..
I have a way
To share it
With you…
And bedamned
The crtics
And professors
Because this
Is my history
And I am
Writing it
Not them…