Thursday Poem

I’m a nobody trying to make me a name

I sit at my desk and read Mickey Spillane

And when lunchtime comes my onlyest care

Is an elevator ride where the strangers don’t stare

They stare at my rotund, irrepressible tummy

They want to say something to keep the ride chummy

But I just want quiet, no diets, no small talk

I want high art and low art, the hereafter and cock

I’m an old bag a sick hag an ER repeater

But also a woman who reaches into the ether

I pull out a jacket, I pull out a doll,

I bundle up my son and he sleeps,

And that’s all.

Guido Cagnacci Allegoria della vita umana