Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Moving Away (probably the most TMI poem I've written)

Moving's begun to upset my stomach.
So I find myself in the bathroom

trying to shit out my fears.
I spend too much time in there,

dawdling, trying to muster up
the strength to get rid of this rumbling pain.
When I finish, it's no different:
wiping and wiping, I find
a bit of blood, as if my body
need remind me
that moving hurts.

1 comment:

Kateri said...

last four lines are the best. rest could use some tightening-up? maybe they're a little too straightforward?