outhouse

In a previous lifeI must have sinned greatlyThe universeReally does hate meAs here I standAlong a dirt roadAnother touristUnburdening their loadSome dare complainOf the horrible smellThough my caregiverCleans me up wellThe rare welcome visitorPraises they sing“Hallelujah!” “Amen!”For the service I bring W3 Prompt #95: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Heather, prompts us to: “Employ personification toContinue reading “Outhouse”