wordsout from Cafe Church poems by Linda Harvey   home


Distortions

My past has just
hit me in the face 
with shoulder pads

damning, patronizing,
arm around the shoulder,
victimizing.

Leave the past where it deserves:
no present day spectacles
to distort and sentimentalize.

Abort, abort.
Leave me now.
No malignant growth take root.

This is my moment.