Poetry

Bandit Queen by Mark Tulin

She sits in the coffee shop
talking to herself,
arguing about things
no one understands.

Past conflicts
have never been resolved
but linger in her head.

She drinks from an old coffee cup
tangled in superstition.
She sees her father
at the bottom, her mother
the cream at the top.

She thinks about the children
she once had.
The ones that came from her womb
while standing up.

Many see the woman as an outlaw,
a Ma Barker, a bandit queen
about to grab a gun,
start a fistfight,
pull the fire alarm.

Far from dangerous.
A long way from her home in North Carolina,
she knows she’s a desperado--
used to it by now.
She leaves with her old coffee cup--
unties her imaginary horse,
and rides.

First published at Spillwords.com.

For Bandit Queen and other poems, please read Awkward Grace.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

3 comments on “Bandit Queen by Mark Tulin

  1. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Please Come And Enjoy This from Mark!!!!

  2. I hope she has a warm place to sleep. Well-written, Mark!

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