poetry for scared shitlessness

 

bed

shoes

under

pain

run

under

violent

tendencies

under

fear

lives

under

cold

comes

under

my mistakes not forgiven

went 

under

his lips

I want them

but

standing 

under

like 

understanding

cannot easily 

grasp

he cannot

be

under

standing

under

confusion 

help

later

too

late

but I'm standing

facing 

forward

with me 

part of my pushy ass future

our relationship

moves

under me

under our bed, my shoes

Juliet Loranger