{random poetry #66}


my friend, my friend, i was born
doing reference work in sin, and born
confessing it. This is what poems are…
Sexton, A., from “With Mercy for the Greedy,” in The Complete Poems (1981)

if there be sorrow
let it be
for things undone
undreamed
unrealized
unattained
to these add one:
love withheld
restrained
Evans, M., in If there be sorrow