July 26, 2021.


on stage

i watched myself slowly unravel--
one piece of thread being pulled so quickly
that the world seemed to be spinning around me
as i twirled to release what was left

at the end of my performance
tears in my eyes and lips quivering
i took a step back to admire what i had done
what was relief became shame as my eyes met the crowd

not enough thread to stitch a sweater or
to fix a hole in a pair of thrifted blue jeans
not very useful, no, lacking effort and energy
not enough, even with so very little left of me

i hugged onto myself tightly, now on the floor
wondering how i'm going to fix myself this time
all i could hear was laughter and my own heart beat in my head
and all i could see were the bright lights up ahead







Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-07-26 at 13:37

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