Rough drafts

Family
the cut cord
which refuses to remain uncut.

Love
like twisting pain
searing
asking for a choice.

Relationships
demand
a sacrifice
no less than
giving up
me.

I write
in broken words
so
people understand
less
or
more.

Son.
Daughter.
Mom.
Dad.
I hope you enjoyed the sex while you made us.

I never claimed to be
intelligent.
You assumed.
I pretended.

I heard
his
heart beat.
His
heartbeat.

When he wrapped his arms
around me
I wanted to be
a better gift
than I was.