Erica Francis

Rookie (January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)

Erica Francis Poems

81. When A Grown Man Cries 11/24/2006
82. Teejay's 1/4/2007
83. The End Of Our Picnic 9/1/2007
84. Ghetto Dds 9/1/2007
85. Handshake 9/1/2007
86. Reread Stanza 9/3/2007
87. The Overthrow Of China 9/3/2007
88. Dry 10/2/2007
89. Swallow Your Pride 10/2/2007
90. My Song 10/2/2007
91. The House Where The Game Was Played 10/2/2007
92. Eight-Hundred Years 10/2/2007
93. Stray John To Hell 10/16/2007
94. Her Methodical Tongue Touched The Tip. 10/24/2007
95. Help! 11/28/2007
96. 19 11/28/2007
97. How R U 11/28/2007
98. Your Best Pen Friend 11/29/2007
99. Don'T Bother 1/28/2008
100. I Engage In The Sense Of Smell 1/28/2008
101. Lymric Series (04) 1/28/2008
102. Lived One-Thousand Years 1/28/2008
103. Revolution 1/28/2008
104. Seafarer's Hands 5/12/2008
105. Summers From Ohio 5/12/2008
106. Shadowlands 5/12/2008
107. How I Imagined Your Apartment 10/2/2008
108. The Art Of An Argument. 10/13/2008
109. Future Halloween Remembered 10/2/2007
110. He Was My Muse 10/2/2007
111. Goodbye, My Love 10/2/2007
112. Did She Like It? 10/2/2007
113. I Am Not Fair 10/2/2007
114. Quick Stepping 10/2/2007
115. She Told Everybody 10/24/2007
116. My Cheesy Ocean Adventure 11/27/2007
117. Lymric Series (01) 11/27/2007
118. Lymric Series (02) 11/27/2007
119. Hair 8/29/2005
120. From My Father 9/17/2005
Best Poem of Erica Francis

My Husband

It is true:
My husband
has never
taken out
the garbage
from our little house
in the suburbs.

My husband
has never
taken our children
out for the night
to trick-or-treating
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.

My husband
has never
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.

My husband
has never
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.

But he will.

Read the full of My Husband

I Am Nothing

I have a feeling
that I am nothing more
than a side attraction
in your circus
of booze
and vague poetry.

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