Poems By Andrea Monroe
CRUCIFIED I think I know how Jesus must’ve felt Before a crowd of his jeering nonbelievers I’m a prisoner now of my own pain A martyr of my marriage I’m sucked shallow Fucked dry By a hostile gathering of my own heathens Who go by native-sounding names like Totally Broken Dreams, Love Left Me, and Big Fucking Failure. Once a tree, I’m now a drooping … Continue reading Poems By Andrea Monroe

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