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For National Poetry Month: A poem from Tess Baker

On Being a Poet
by Tess Baker 

She lies to me, the muse does—
On days like this, she sings
But like an old lady, too
Jealous to give up a recipe
She leaves out
Essential ingredients
And I am left on my own
With a flat verse
Not tasty
To anyone.
Bio: Tess Baker has written five unpublished books of poems. She started writing in her late teens. She writes prose occasionally for local Southside Indianapolis newspapers when the muses call to her. Tess is currently enjoying retirement.