Middle Roadkill
the middle
is the twist
in my sobriety
the center
is the dagger
in my diaphragm
the fence
sits between the dog
and the fire hydrant
And the yellow
splashing your face
is not acid rain
is not lemonade
it’s the sum of
your sorry existence
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Poetry
I had to read this several times. The is a powerful poem and hits the reader hard in the final line. Is it talking about being benign when one needs to take a stance, one might as well not even exist?
ReplyDeletei agree, Jill, this poem is pushing the shy to rise up and be counted. we live in a day of global disease and local stupidity. It is time to stand up.
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