by christawojo@gmail.com | Feb 20, 2018 | Blog, Christa Wojciechowski, Poems, Uncategorized
My body is against you Rib bones flex under your weight Smothered by masculinity I disappear into the mattress My heart is against you When we are pressed together Fists of muscle almost touch They pound at each other My spirit is against you Your finger...
by christawojo@gmail.com | May 5, 2016 | SICK, Uncategorized
Sick By Shel Silverstein Kind of creepy how much this favorite childhood poem reminds me of young John Branch. “I cannot go to school today,” Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my...
