Business Trip


Like a temporary divorce
without custody,
only a cell phone lifeline
my umbilical cord
to the kids I thought
I'd never have.
Fleeting guilt for the grateful silence
that reminds me of my solitary youth,
when my only allegiance
was to freedom of spirit.
Sold out now, a purchase of my soul
to a corporate sponsor of my life.

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