A daily poem #229 – July 16, 2010

A poem
by Sara London

Tell Me

Tell Me

In my country
you say, “there is
no word for it.”
In my country
you say, “our
way of life.”
In my country
you might over-
hear the story
of the woman
with eleven children,
who never once
achieved orgasm.
Here, the diffident
are the squires
of conviction;
they know that
talking undid
a few people.
Here, a woman
saddened by love
might lose her
gloves, blame her
children, then find
them under her hat
on top of her head.
It is always
the mother
in my country.
Tell me
it is different
in yours.

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~ by Chris Hibbard on July 16, 2010.

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