Hello all and welcome back to Poem People, a series of short-form poetry by me because writing is meditative and Not That Serious. This is one from November so imagine it with slatey skies and an earthy smell.
More Specific is Better in this Case
I'll be Well Fed at his house And in the bathroom dance Look away and back again Stifle all but the chance On the camping blanket Toes are cold finally Under much scrutinization I think, I think blindly Under the white covers Looking everywhere but sidelong I dance in my mind again To accompany a future song Vision during sunbath Light at the highest It's a trying time to be Unable to conceal shyness