Poem

My year of relationships summed up in one hay(na)ku poem.


My Year of Learning to Dance In Mud

Funny
thing is
all I've learned

is
when other
people are watching

they
all say
I'm getting better

while
my partner
glares at me

during
each intentional
and accidental dip

asking
me what's
my fucking problem.

One
year later
in the wintertime

I've
taking to
dancing with mirrors

apologizing
to nobody
for cold hands.