“I have a thousand pounds of girlfriends.” - Giomar, 1st grade
I have a depletion of stillness. I have a grocery bag of morning. I have 3 ounces of breath. I have a mason jar of errands. I have an eighth of a teaspoon of spring. I have a handful of cat hair. I have a boy-full of spelling. I have an amazon delivery of lunch meetings. I have one square foot of poetry. I have a mini cartridge of smart-ass. I have a cairn of feathers. I have a swallow of patience.
“I have a thousand pounds of girlfriends.” - Giomar, 1st grade
I have a mouthful of sparrows. I have an exhale of trees. I have a fortnite of boundaries. I have a manger of democrats. I have a cake bowl of compost. I have a checkbook of apologies. I have two fingers of long division with decimals. I have a backpack of false starts. I have an obligation of emails. I have a dilemma of nerf guns. I have a wine glass of winter.
-- Poet of page and stage, Cin can almost always be found collaborating (musicians, video artists, dancers, photographers, and most recently, healers, chefs and scientists.) Inaugural Poet Laureate of Covenant Farm in Sawyer, Michigan, her two books of poetry are housed in the Porch Swing Poetry Box. She thanks her son, Leo, for inspiring these poems