Fears

tree-shadows
outside the window

what’s under-bed
whose hand you’re imagining
under there

how to fix this

suddenly
trying to recall
what you forgot
what might burst into flame
what you left behind

how to fix this

how should you have phrased that
did he mean what he said
did you misinterpret it
how could you have been
so stupid

how to fix this

word salad clumsy
rose petal mistakes and
what might it mean when
they are often

how to fix this

does pride go before
a trip and where could
you go where you might
feel pride again

can anyone seeing you
see all this
hear all this and are they going to wait
for you to fix it
do they fear you fixing it
do they care anymore if
you fix this

knowing exactly how to fix this
exactly how to fix this
how to make it stop
make it stop 

never being touched again
OH

how to fix this
exactly right
perfectly well

how much will it hurt
is there a way to fix it
that won’t hurt
that will be like sleeping

finding nothing there once it has stopped
finding no way to restart once it has stopped
finding this fix doesn’t fix it

trees

hands

to be touched again

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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