I didn't make this

I have a poetry reading to attend tomorrow. Its theme is Mother’s Day. It’s an early Mother’s Day reading. Of course, I’ve known about this before the tail end of April. I procrastinated on working on a piece. And now I have nothing to read tomorrow. Then again, I do. I have two pieces that deal – not explicitly – about motherhood. Plus the stories given to me by my followers over on Tumblr. I think I can save face on this. Who knows. My only hope is that I can get El Senor out of his hiding place.

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