Workshop(s) 2016 | Page 27

The “R” WordMrs. Darr

You shocked me that day

You 10-pound crybaby

Shattering “normal”

Into a slippery meaninglessness

Now my own girl punk

Dressed in black

Asking forgiveness, but never permission.

Owning yourself,

You wild, warm dichotomy of

Woman and child.

A traveler, loving me

But never to be truly defined.