A Woman Can be Certain

I'll never know if your children are mine.
You'll know they're yours, but I will doubt,
And slither down here, among matrons
And ingenues, buying them drinks,
Seeding their furrows, hoping what
Grows will be mine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-06 at 00:36

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