Poetry Editing Day 1

In class, we worked on altering one of the submission poems. Here is my version:

Cycle of Life

We

begin

our short lives

incontinent

unable to feed

ourselves. If we're lucky

we have loving parents to

fill our bellies, clean us up, sing

us a lullaby, and hold our hands.

And now here we are. Not yet

incontinent,not even gray. Certainly without

children. Or at least the kind of children

who will spoon gruel into my future.

And you are not the type

for spoon-feeding. I laugh when
I say this, but you tilt your head. So

you’re absent from all that, too..

But this is today.

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