Tonight's Poet Corner: Klutz

Klutz
by Belinda Roddie

I fell up the stairs today -
it's true, it was a momentary lapse
of coordination. Twice, I barreled

forward like a descending aircraft
in the artillery shower of second doomsday.
At least my knees were scathed, though
one of my calves was not.

The crowd all stared, not a hand offered
to lift me from from yellow-painted
embarrassment. What a metaphor it is:

to plummet facefirst while climbing
upward, Heaven's mocking smile
above your head as you sink, quagmires

sucking away at your bruised ankles
and laughing as you file a meaningless
injury report to mask your chagrin.

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