In the bio they asked me to write,
I say, “Lived on four continents
with five dogs and one husband,”
but I left out the part
where my mother taught me to bake
loaves of bread—
the kneading and resting and
proofing
and thinking about all the cares
and plots and ideas
and the heart
when it ached or when it
did not at all.
I leave that out of my bio
every time.
4/1/2020 - (from the napowrimo prompt: write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.)