Dime A Dozen Poem by Faith Wood

We're trouble-shooting at a mass level,
too wrapped up to be circumspect
Always convinced that those things they call liars
never really existed
Charm these days is found so elastic,
stretched about your fingertips like a rubber band
Kept waiting and hopeful, we bend towards the sidelines
using our eyes with disbelief

I've become so sympathetic and maybe that's my flaw
So intricate like a machine,
inyet I couldn't see what was in front of me
As straight as a line, I'm headed down
Heads about water,
but it's my impediments that hold me down
Heated fights with broken bones,
I'm the dime you wish on but cast away