I am rude
I am in the midst of writing about my life
And here comes
Someone interrupting me
She rings the doorbell
Sounding like what she tells you is very important
Like what she is bringing you
Heaven and earth
You open the door
And ask her
She is selling herself
It isn’t fine. I am rude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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