A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

I drive cars with expired tags
because I want to feel dangerous to someone
I want to have emotional sway
my car is dirty between rains
because I am not a faded photograph
of a shirtless nothing man spraying
a metal behemoth with city water
from a rubber hose

there was a boy in the sixth grade
who bragged about his pirated video games
two words: pie-rated
he bragged about them

women seem to like me 
until they have to spend time with me
this is pattern, this is shape
this is life lately

there's a crow that made its nest
on a branch outside my window
and it cries in the mornings

I have a scar across my left thigh
I thumb it to make myself feel something
the nerves were severed
blade was too sharp
there was blood, I gasped
the scar is purple and smiling
the scar is a Nazca line in my leg hair
I cut myself with a new razor & missed the artery
sometimes I regret that

when I was twelve I swam to a cluster of rocks
at Orange Beach with my cousin
the tide came and stranded us and
the coast guard rescued us and
we waved to the people watching from the beach

there's a crow outside my window.

© 2021 Daniel Atkinson

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This is a very dark piece of writing. It is very well written and was fascinated by the journey it took me on. It left me wanting to know more about the character. Thank you for sharing this work.

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson


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A Poem by Daniel Atkinson