Jen Finnigan Poet I do not know?

Gloomy

I was abdicated, not once, but many times
by many different people;
but still, each rejection
drove a cool red down, down,
in between my teeth
which were ground-white stubs
of glum, glum, glum.

And the way they tread on my tenderness
is still agony, made so much more so
by my embarrassment, my resentment,
and my pride, and the
cool, cool, red of my
inside, made my heart stop
its glum, glum, glum

In the sun, I was a happy critter -
so able and content a child
just rampant; a worshipper
of the spring, but when life stopped itself,
midway through, I
could not help but be a little
glum.

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