Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Embrace


You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 14, 2011

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  • Shirley Hanley (10/22/2009 10:00:00 PM)

    Whenever I feel
    the blanket of
    my depression
    falling in on me
    I read a little Billy Collins

    I can always count
    on him to make me smile.

    I feel better now that I've had my Billy Collins fix! (Report) Reply

  • Tired of Being Exploited (5/25/2007 12:56:00 PM)

    It's older work and certainly more jovial.
    I really enjoy the 'two sides of the coin' motif.
    Especially coming around to the strait jacket... (Report) Reply

  • Not a member No 4 (2/13/2007 4:58:00 PM)

    This reads and feels like the real Billy Collins! ! ? ? Deadly accurate and very funny. How can that much loneliness be funny? What is wrong with me? (Report) Reply

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