Posture (a poem)

Sometimes a little too much in the moment…

I feel myself slouching

I straighten up—
I don’t want to become
one of those folks
permanently stuck
at a 90-degree angle
fully standing
but it hurts

Muscles tense
there are no outward signs
but I am secretly contorted
into all sort of twisted
and tangled vine shapes
only lacking
the sugar coating
that keeps you reaching
into the box
for just one more…

Hunger has a sweet tooth
I have fillings
and a crown

None of these things matters
I am not falling down
but neither am I
standing up straight

I feel myself slouching

(20 September 2018)

 


 

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