NaPoWriMo Day 3 Poem 2 Women & Broken Poems

This is a new draft of the second poem I wrote for last years NaPoWriMo.


Women & Broken Poems

Women. Hold my writing hand

Help me write the things

I can’t say to you. I trust you.

Women. I sit alone with you.

You brush your fingers

along my tattooed arms, 

and ask if I have a condom.

You are smarter than me.

This is the universe where
I would take my hand and marry my words

if I was sure they were right.

  Like, I always feel something missing

but never know what it is. Women,

 I feel love is a type of clean, and
I’m too dark for it.

 If there was a licence for love,
I’d have points for speeding,

so I caution you.

I am not the ride

If you don’t want to crash

 I’m a love child, so
everything about me is an accident

or a broken poem

or a good idea that doesn’t work.

But if I write about you, women

I always try to do it well.