poem

What is unluck without luck?
And who dies sitting upright while
looking at a few geese from memory?
There was one angry goose who chased
a young boy until he fell and slid
and became covered in goose feces.
He was a small child-
They changed him
into a pair of girl jeans
for the rest of the night.
And it wasn’t a nice night,
but that’s how sadness works
and life remains.

-M. Taggart

3 thoughts on “poem

  1. Hello! thank you for stopping by my blog which has led me to your wonderful writing space. I love your introduction and wish you great things in writing and for your beautiful family. I look forward to reading more from you. Blessings, Gina.

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