Sometimes

it’s not so much about being

comforted

carried

coddled

as it is about

being

held and heard

 

the sharpest pain springs

up out of the gap

with its truth it’s

number one with

a bullet a spear a serrated knife a razor cut

a thoroughly clenched jaw

and what was left unsaid

and what was said

 

it’s about beautiful

how you’ve never gotten there but for

just

one

and oh well

you never believed him

anyway

 

it’s a landmine

 

it’s a poke in the gut

 

it’s talking to the moon

 

it’s a bus bearing down on you

grey

hound

 

it’s okay

 

 

Sometimes/5-6-2012

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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One Response to Sometimes

  1. Lulu says:

    So beautiful, Vicki. So beautiful. <3<3<3

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