Easy
Except nothing is, really.
The hard jobs and hard times proliferate
even though we try to duck them.
My therapist calls the fantasy a conflict.
Approach, avoid, deal with the guilt.
I thought childbirth was easy.
Then came a lifetime of worrying
about those souls that had slipped
like smooth water from my body. Girls
with no easy roads to travel…
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