Poetry of the Uncommon Person

March 15, 2013

Poetry of the uncommon person:

“My husband will never have
the type of bond that I have with my rats.
My rats don’t judge me.
They love me for who I am.
When I cry, they lick my tears.
And when they’re hungry,
I feed them.”

From article, “Woman Leaves Husband for Pet Rats.” WBAL-TV

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playwright. writer. director. teacher. scholar.

Poetry of the Uncommon Person

“My husband will never have
the type of bond that I have with my rats.
My rats don’t judge me.
They love me for who I am.
When I cry, they lick my tears.
And when they’re hungry,
I feed them.”

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playwright. writer. director. teacher. scholar.

Poetry of the Uncommon Person

“My husband will never have the type of bond that I have with my rats. My rats don’t judge me. They love me for who I am. When I cry, they lick my tears. And when they’re hungry, I feed them.”

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“My husband will never have
the type of bond that I have with my rats.
My rats don’t judge me.
They love me for who I am.
When I cry, they lick my tears.
And when they’re hungry,
I feed them.”