Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: confession, Karin Gottshall, lies, loneliness, poignant, rain
Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: confession, Karin Gottshall, lies, loneliness, poignant, rain
And these are my vices:
impatience, bad temper, wine,
the more than occasional cigarette…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Cecilia Woloch, confession, dark humor, defiance, gender, imagery, poetry
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How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love?
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: confession, desire, love poetry, Sharon Olds, social commentary