Poem: I am Dramatic
I am Dramatic
I swerve in cursive
like the signatures of colonial women
who gave birth to thousands
because it only takes a second to exist
and a moment to die
I type in distress
because I point forward
aligned with the arrow
of messages needing a response
I hang up the blood moon
to remind us of our kinship,
of annotations clotting
our preternatural bond.
© 2017 Melissa Currence
This poem came from a prompt from my poetry group: Write a poem inspired by the theme that the act of writing is a matter of life or death.
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