She begged me never to leave
I pleaded to the same degree
She said she's having my baby
I joined the ˈmiləˌterē
She claimed to be high risk
I exclaimed "We are better than this!"
She explained the reason: diabetic
I replied "Your excuses are emetic."
She mentioned money would help set her pace
I sent several hundreds to take my place
She disappeared without a trace
I, broken and weary, continued the race.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
She begged me never to leave
I pleaded to the same degree
She said she's having my baby
I joined the ˈmiləˌterē
She claimed to be high risk
I exclaimed "We are better than this!"
She explained the reason: diabetic
I replied "Your excuses are emetic."
She mentioned money would help set her pace
I sent several hundreds to take my place
She disappeared without a trace
I, broken and weary, continued the race.
Part 10 of the Kutisha series "kukata tamaa"
This is the first and last poem I will write about Salina, the mother of my daughter.
© February 1st, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
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