Nicely done.

Maggie Madly Writing

This is an extremely rough first draft; it’s so rough that it doesn’t have a title. I think I got the idea from that passage in the Bible about not serving two masters.

September 10, 2012

I shall not lie down in my master’s house.
I shall not sleep on the bed,
not at the foot,
not under the covers,
not with my back against his warmth,
not with my arm sliding into the crack
between corner and wall.
Put me on the stoop outside,
listen to me wail all night.
I may complain, but I shall not
lie down in my master’s house.
The moon arises,
shines its light.
I am silver, I am right.
Wind rages,
trees dance and sigh.
I hear the voice of every nightbird cry.
I shall not lie down in my master’s house.

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