Tammy Hendrix Poems

I woke to the twining of fingers
snaking beneath warm blankets
following the arching of my leg
risen slightly
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For a moment
I turned away
caught
in my child-like adornment
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Take this confusion by the mind
a self-inflicted lack
nurtured knowledge compromised
for enduring physical necessity
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I gave flowers once
pretty as momma
placed with loving care in an album, I
was not pretty enough for
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