No beauty & I am tired of you, your voice. Yelling, then nice, then yelling. No poem could express the impact

Of all these years; our child, confused & trying
to be a man.

I despise you for your hate, which in turn makes
me hate you. That is not my nature.

I want to kick the sky down & see a flurry of
sparrows, crows, seagulls. I want them to gather me

& lift me away, far from your voice or your reach.

-Heather Lenz Feb 2015

Poet, writer, artist, publisher, editor