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 Bio: Tess Baker has written five unpublished books of poems.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.
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