Two Poems on Possession

It is a simple thing, to own.
Harder, though, to care,
to fix, to feed, to love
to keep, to watch, to grow
It is a simple thing, to have
harder, though, to bring
on your own shoulders
through your own life
there is more to owning
than owning.
You will see that soon,
My dear.


I would abolish the word ‘my’
If I had to pick just one,
it’s annoying to me to say,
that anything is my
my coat, my hat, my shirt
my money, my name, my tongue
it’s a selfish little word
and a wonder it’s not spelled
with a few more letters.

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