by Meggie Elder, InDigest Magazine
I’m uncertain about most things
even when I should be sure
because I’ve been taught to willow.
My mother says that willows are always sad
and I agreed, palming what I could from the conversation.
Now, when I walk, I ramble,
when I sing, I sigh,
and when I answer, I waiver,
understanding that little is better than being unsuited,
recommending we all consider our subscriptions
to the weepy eyelashes and shallow veins
that run us ready into the ground.