NaPoWriMo

We get Sundays off from the A-Z Challenge, but not so for NaPoWriMo. Juliet writes today's poem.

Clowning Around

This is going to hurt.

In sidelong smiles, deceptive nods of agreement

Confusion will settle itself into your bones

Rattle at your neck

I’m sorry to say it but you simply aren’t smart enough to figure this out

You will think the best, or try to

You will dance in a small room, swaying with a liar

Only hearing the pretty music

Not the rumble underneath

In other places

You are an abstraction

As they sit at a restaurant, excited hands held under the table

In a wood, sneaking hungry kisses

On the school playground

Saying what she really means

To someone you never talk to

So you won’t guess

In a baseball field

Where your mother-in-law

Makes you nervous

And its time to nurse the baby

Or in the black of a theater

Because the niggling unease

Sent you seeking the feeling of

Disappear

Remember your mother?

All those times with the bathroom door closed

Otherworldly howls rising up as you secreted

Pints of honey vanilla in your room

Didn’t you learn from the train whistle she blew?

But you, you run laughing into the arms of dissemblers

Charm wins you over

Every damn time

I really wish you weren’t so human

Because,

When it finally comes

A punch in your throat

No air, no air

I warned you this would hurt

They make clowns of themselves, yes

But they make a fool of you too

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