Francie Lynch Poems

Something Systemic


I have something systemic
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I've walked
The flat lands
Of Alberta,
And ascended the foothills.
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We live our lives
In past review,
Sometimes we get
A snap preview;
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Cold cement roads
And sidewalks
Hold the first, dry snow
Like grout
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When you write
About broken hearts,
Anguish, angst
And loss,
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I brought a poem
Into a room
Of well-to-dos.
They went to
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When it starts
To rain,
And rather than complain,
That's when I
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Some nights I spiral up
to my wormhole dreams
and stay
till morning light
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There, I wrote it. Above.
This is not a poem about the clit,
I simply believe it needs to be in print... out there, so to speak,
And perhaps a few hundred may read, clitoris,
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I don't recall year one of life,
But I'm here now,
So they got it right.
Yet I remember being one,
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