no parking
the city is loud,
where silence is unheard of.
don't stop or stand here.
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
people watching as
lives flow through crosswalks or stop
at red traffic lights
at
10:14 AM
Lord, keep your rumored
all-knowing eyes from seeking
out the dark secrets of
my damp and shadowed
sheets. I'm not your child, only
a private woman
loving a quiet
man, thrilling in vice, and my
earnings remain mine.
You who --so I heard--
breathed my name at conception,
wrote my life in your
Book of Life, told my
sordid tale in black and white--
just leave me alone.
at
9:40 PM