Poetry reading

Diane led us through some writing exercises on Monday night. I think this was one of my best pieces.

Imagine me wearing all black, a beret tipped sideways, black nail polish, perched on a red-chippy stool and reading dreamily into a microphone at a coffee shop. It’ll ’sound’ better if you read it that way.

I am a good mother because…
by Jenna

I must be doing something right

People are always telling me I am
Unsolicited. Like a free can of Spam,
but a whole lot easier to swallow.

I must be doing something right

Even when tossed, like a cheap bag of cranberry walnut with iceberg lettuce salad,
I find my kids are surprisingly flexible. Good–at least not very horribly-badly behaved.

I must be doing something right