Photo by David Manzanares
Poem by Sarah A. Kulla, High Con Bajio Office

The thought crossed my mind, as my mind crossed my thoughts
I felt double crossed!
Sometimes I think about the things I would write if I
were a writer.
Long stories, pages swelling, emotions concieved and released. I haven’t
written in years.

My head hurts thinking about it until I cry and then
I feel calm.
I think about the strong woman I could be if I could only
stand up straight.

I would laugh louder and look you directly
in the eye.
And say, yes, I know loneliness, but we
are not intimate.

I keep better companions than that.