Urge Poem

Marlena Chertock

I have the urge to write about people with quirky jobs, to see
my name in print.

I have the urge to drink beer
after beer on the grassy hill.

I have the urge to compliment
others, make them feel loved.

I have the urge to run my fingers through my dog’s fur,
but I can feel his bones.

I have the urge to go to a small concert
so I can see the band.

I have the urge to prove to others that
I am short and it’s okay.

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