I don't claim to be a poet. But I figure if I can't post artwork (cause, even though I do have some to post, its either a)not anthro b)good, but not enough to get me to post on this site cause I am intimidated, or c)can't get my husband to show me how to use the scanner, and get it to the laptop that shares some files with our main computer (I'm not technically minded).
In any case, again, I figure I can at least post poems, of which I do have, can type, etc...
Since most people do not wish to click on "download" to read someone's stuff. I will also be typing it here, in the description, to give quicker, not need to download, access. They're all pretty short poems anyway, so it's cool.

(title) Threats

frustration
you yell, I defend
you lunge, I cower
threats of papers with signitures
I cry.
Yet, later, I contemplate
and wonder...
Would it be so bad?
Would the world end?
Do the answers to those questions even matter anymore?
Threats...
What threats?