Squatting Poem by Dairedee BurrisLandwehr

Grab my hair and bite my tongue
Obsessing over what you’ve done
Dreams may help to keep the peace, but
ties are cut along that crease

I’m folding in, cashing out
Giving thought to mounting doubt
Double taking, slowly making

Trips which I cannot afford
Mistakes that cost an arm and more
I’m in debt with triple threat

Drowning in assumptions
Buried in what might-have beens
Burning ties I’ll never mend

God I hope the Landlord knows
I am the Queen of Seas; but

I don’t pay to own or rent,
and might have lost the key