Awkward

Awkward

It’s the pose

that is awkward,

pressed against the door jamb

every night

always makes my back hurt,

and my feelings.

 

The sound a dove makes

under water

muffled,

the ringing in my ears

awful,

in more ways

than one.

 

And I’ve painted my nails

the same blue shade

of the evening winter sky,

hoping it will bring me luck,

or a two dollar bottle of gin.

 

Sharing the scars on my wrist

with the children

down the block,

and my grandparents

buried in the family crypt.

 

It's all apples too me,

as is the slamming

of the door.

Reviews

[Devin Mitchell Durbin]

This is a painful read. Emotion strikes with ever strike of a key. An enjoyable read, and without a doubt true.

[Georgiakevin]

This is a poem that speaks of such pain and required me to reread it over and over. Each time I read it I found something I missed the last time I read it, almost like you wrote it in waves.