typing while tipsy
Did I really just do that?
(submit with all of those
typos)
I was obviously
typing while tipsy.
What an impression I must
have left on the editors! Surely
confirming what I’ve been
determined to hide from them.
Surely they’re hearing my
Brooklynese twang, and the
fact that I’d barely mastered
community college, that i was
born to a dysfunctional family and
years later, matriarch to one of my
own...that I spit on the sidewalk,
rarely recycle...hide in the basement
when tricksters and treaters are ringing
the bell
ok, shut it down, Emalisa...
just end the poem now)
Emalisa Rose
Emalisa Rose grew up in a beach town. She
lived in a city housing project with many
friends of diverse backgrounds who were
poets, artists, musicians. This provided
much of the inspiration for her art. She is a macrame artist, dollmaker and animal
rescue volunteer. She works as a lunch lady in a NY public
school. Her work has
appeared in October Hill, Beatnick Cowboy,
The Big Window.
cute and essential especially between the heavier elements of this journal. we need the lighter fare too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, glad you could see that :)
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