Poems from goldschm
I want the boy
with our baby
cradled to his chest
I want the girl
wearing leggings
and my sweatshirt
I want someone
who will share food...
I’m the quiet one
who talks
too quickly under the bright lights of a school
I’m the one on the sidelines
the only one watching
without...
here I’m insane
there I’m even more insane
because I could be sane
which is strange because
I usually can’t
be sane while surrounded by...