Friday, January 18, 2019

Brace

I limp to conversations
And brace myself
Waiting for the bottoms of boots
to crush me
into the playground blacktop
Waiting for the voices of amateur comics
to shout me
as a punchline
to a joke yet unwritten
Waiting to be unheard
or heard, and ignored

I see you
Brace yourself
And I remember
For a moment
How heard
How loud
How crushing
My words can be
Your silence calling Bullshit
on mine