Awkwardly I am
awkwardly I am
living in my flesh
being very clever
between blunt stones and the glaring sun
I affirm something that already exists.
absurdity, self realization?
projecting that reality away from its source: ME
gaping birth and the two smudges
heaven and earth
exhaling and dripping
don’t get clever with me
it’s the wind rattling the roof
rain coming from a hole through the gutter
thinking the Avatar came
hoping that your porcelain god
Would breathe more life into your LIFE
awkwardly i am
living cured and matured
sepia sagging flesh
sitting on blunt stones
i take in the heat and the sun
Knowing i am alive
Knowing others died
i smile
It’s ok
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem