Wrong
Lover
I have no insight I can’t tell
about the small signs the little moments
in the conversation in the chatter cupping
meaning
holding it like water
on a leaf
no sense of understanding of
the social building blocks
I lurch about arms out
flailing railing
to be free
of this impediment I’m told of
catch a scold for
see before I never saw it
now can’t hardly let myself
ignore it now
there’s you
The title alone got me in! But then I found myself lurching about flailing railing ... and then being unable to ignore 'everything' anymore ...wrong lover, wrong signals ... will there be a right lover poem following lol?
ReplyDeleteHmmm, mebbe
ReplyDeleteI'm living in a cooled lava field myself right now ...
ReplyDeletespectacular!
That flailing has a purpose!
ReplyDeleteThrough others eyes the centre moves focus shifts now there's you...like+++
ReplyDeleteAslant. I love it.
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