Hunting Grounds for Single Mothers This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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The world stops for this plastic little town
(in the hills of discarded wedding gowns)
where sleep is freedom; freedom sings.
And all

through town “the children” bring

children, to layer the mask.
(Here's to no pain, no drunken flask.
Have another, it's their treat);
the crying infant, wiggling feet.

The library is a picture book;
At its writing the world had shook.
But that's okay, through dark and down
(say ladies who discard wedding gowns)

(There are no dreams), just work to do;
fifteen children, and just one shoe.
We choose to want to be alone,
and yes we choose to eat only tea
and scones

The world passes by this plastic little town
where happy life is a dream, smile
masking a frown
with – (buried ambition) – in discarded
wedding gowns

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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leafy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 3, 2011 at 8:13 am
Yah OR is a bit "plasticy" and fake...anyway, nice poem, good job on getting it in the mag. I liked it ^_^
 
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