Random poem sectionals
By Trevor Kaldor 03/17
This skin
Is just enough to hold in the blood
Just enough to keep all the hairs in their places
Just enough to make me go the same place at the same time
And keep my bones moist.
It’s empty
Because someone else was here first
Because it was good, or good enough
Because she was longing for something else
Because you didn’t bother to fill it
I am here
I forgot to be smarter
Or I couldn’t have done much better
Really I lied to myself in repetitive fashion
Liars eventually get truth
And the truth is so much worse than they feared
because it is exactly what they feared
The hands
The face
Avoid the breasts
Smile
Remember to smile
Not that much
Is just enough to hold in the blood
Just enough to keep all the hairs in their places
Just enough to make me go the same place at the same time
And keep my bones moist.
It’s empty
Because someone else was here first
Because it was good, or good enough
Because she was longing for something else
Because you didn’t bother to fill it
I am here
I forgot to be smarter
Or I couldn’t have done much better
Really I lied to myself in repetitive fashion
Liars eventually get truth
And the truth is so much worse than they feared
because it is exactly what they feared
The hands
The face
Avoid the breasts
Smile
Remember to smile
Not that much
