Poem

Truth doesn’t hide-
Dust away deception
and see

-M. Taggart

Poem

To live ‘this’ is one thing
To see DAD hung above
the window

And to share the world
with a friend

-M. Taggart

Poem

While God works, I sit
and downstairs is.

Sometimes, a pen drops
and we feel
the half-opened mouth-
nearly the same amount as a neck-

Speaking so nicely at any place,
into another mouth, with a face
and a smile and hair

and so it continues

-M. Taggart

Poem

Had a dream of my abuser

He placed sexual photos on a wall

where children would see

Told him to take them down
told him I’d hurt him

he said he knew that

-M. Taggart

Poem

If we aren’t
allowed to feel different
how will we ever know

-M. Taggart