My words don’t play together,
they do not stay in line.
They hang out with the wrong crowd,
cursing while they drink wine.
They stay up late and party
at someone else’s house.
I have to pretty-please the police
to get them out of jail.
I’ll have to leave them in the woods,
change my name and hide.
And hope they don’t live long enough
to find me and move in.

PHOTO CREDIT : RFP
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Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum and Chewers & Masticadores. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news. Website: https://bit.ly/3bT9tYu “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats” https://amzn.to/3uEKAqa “The Big Unda” https://amzn.to/3IxmJhY “How to Get Me Up in the Morning” https://amzn.to/3RLDaKc “Memory is that raccoon” https://www.amazon.com/dp/9395224622/ "Cow Candy: https://www.amazon.com/Cow-Candy-Nolcha-Fox/dp/9395224789/ “Why Chicken Explodes in the Microwave” https://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/why-chicken-explodes-in-the-microwave-nolcha-fox Twitter: @NolchaF Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nolcha.fox/

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