Tonight's Poet Corner: Coma

Coma
by Belinda Roddie

It's cool when you lose your
sense of self over a hot teaspoon of
instant temper, and then come to and
stare in horror as the poor scared children
scurry away from your fallen
state of authority.

Kind of blows, the echo and the
aftermath. You suck a straw so it
catches on your sore thumb. You cry about it to a
friend of the family of a friend because you
just don't feel like failing, but it
happens, and it will keep happening, even when you
get used to the abrasions all over your
knees.

When you taste it, you know it's
bitter, and when you
hear it, you know it's hollow, so
get over your latest coma,
trek harder, live longer, drink
faster to keep the room spinning,
and always, always, always,
forget to
forgive yourself.