Tessa, Thinking of March

A sharp wind came. Pregnant
pollen, so you’d sneezed.
As for me I had immunity,
but dress ballooned out.
Bloated, hollow.

We’re less belligerent now.
Practical too. We looked
a bit shabbier: hair even
more skimpy, flesh less
firm. But who cares?

Prompt:

Day 12

“Pick a month (any month), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible months include January, February, March, (cruel) April, May, June, or even July, August, September, October, November, and December. Yes, there are 12 possible months; choose well, or write 12 poems (yes, I’ve thrown down the challenge within today’s challenge).”

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