Dear, You.

I awoke this morning with the feeling
that something dreaded happened.
Not that something will happen-
But did happen. Later today.
Like a book that’s already been written
and we all need to wait to find out
what it was.
Now, I’m left hoping what happened
Didn’t happen to you.

-M. Taggart



we never wrote when they asked us to-
we didn’t draw
we didn’t let our pencil wander-
Their eyes were too Purple
we left our paper blank
the other world was what they wanted
and they will not have it

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018