The Sun Back
All over it
So
Over it all
So over saying
OK
But being knocked out
Can’t lose
Can’t talk
Lucked out with the genes
Got the skin, with height, intellect and balls
He’ll be right–
But something feels missed out
So much opportunity
Given
With no room left to feel down
No floor to fall on
Or stairs to trip up
Or well to sink in
I really need to tell people
I am
Pushed up against a wall
Stuck like a stick
Reactions are gatekeepers
I know I know I know I know what they’ll say:
‘O Diddums’
I should call my brother
To hear him
Being listened to
And
To tell him I love him
To tell him
Lately, I’ve had my shoes on the wrong way
So when I run
I run backwards
And that I lack courage
And feel frightened
And feel vulnerable
And that I think it is okay
If he does too
To tell him
That
The other day, on Tuesday
I tried to stop being slack
So I made a timetable
To get my spring back
But I slipped
And the track skipped
And the needle dropped
On a sad song that
Put a stop sign
At my running track
Turned my dog black
My thoughts dark
Closed the curtains,
And now all I want
Is the warmth of
The sun back