I wrote a series of poems over the last few days. They came in fits & spurts and I tried to make them all into one, but in the end, they wanted to be 3 poems. I’m not even sure that they’re each complete, but nevertheless here is the first in the series.
It’s like I woke up one day to realize
I’m a priest working in a brothel
I don’t know how this came to be
But I do know that I’m the one I’ve been pimping out
The word “trapped” lingers in my mind
A reminder that a lifetime of decisions brought me here
Sometimes it seems it will be a lifetime before I redirect the course
But it can’t be — time is short to follow the path
The sense of urgency is strong