Untitled VII

Gracious I have my poetry.

Gracious I have a cup of green tea. 

I sip all I want,

and refuse an ink blot.

The only spill I need is my pen.

Should I send you this poem? 

I'm feeling less brave,

maybe a little naive

- surely not.

I am a woman,

and a woman is hot.

Is this all nonsense,

or nonsense it's not? 

Author's Note

I think it's all nonsense.