Poems by Sue



It’s always been you, words.
Magnetic, alluring
sneaking in for a gut punch of
feelings I never saw coming.
Sometimes I gasp, surprised,
choked up by your beauty.

Would you ever be with me?
I know I’m not worthy
but will adore and respect you
let you have your freedom
and only ask for small favors.

Maybe, on occasion,
you’d dress and accompany me
like the devoted wife who shows up,
stunning, to the company holiday party
and suddenly the dull middle manager
glows with mysterious appeal.



Every day I fight the circumstances in which I exist
silently raging:
“I can’t do this! I protest!”
The response to my protest
unperturbed, blank-eyed:
“I don’t know what choice you have.”