Tonight's Poet Corner: Pick-Me-Up
Pick-Me-Up
by Belinda Roddie
The words are super sweet,
and the delivery is just seamless -
like a road with no speed bumps,
tickled by the tires of a freshly
realigned truck, carrying your suitcases
to my house after three months together.
But the aftertaste of each phrase
is bitter, and it's hard to tamp down
with either water or whiskey. The burn
isn't enough to reduce your cues to
cinders. You declare something that's
bait for the audience - but they all
feel empty in their pews once you walk away.
by Belinda Roddie
The words are super sweet,
and the delivery is just seamless -
like a road with no speed bumps,
tickled by the tires of a freshly
realigned truck, carrying your suitcases
to my house after three months together.
But the aftertaste of each phrase
is bitter, and it's hard to tamp down
with either water or whiskey. The burn
isn't enough to reduce your cues to
cinders. You declare something that's
bait for the audience - but they all
feel empty in their pews once you walk away.
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