This Poem Will Make Todd Colby Feel Better If I had to put my finger on it If I had to give it a name I'd have to say that my childhood was varying degrees of alone An alone that I coveted and searched for while being entirely gregarious A crowd pleaser from the git-go in search of small cracks to hide in, eyes tightly clamped while feeling my way into a closet. But there was also beauty Peircing beauty that spoke to only me, or so my kid ego believed A beauty that had flavors A beauty that could crush my chest A beauty that revealed to me that it wasn't quite time to die Adult caretakers could look at me with distaste, but this beauty was telling me it wasn't quite time.
Okay. Damn. You win the best comment ever award Ms. Jenny. I am a baby bird in the eggshell blue sky that just cracked open. Doused with yoke. The smile from ear to ear and moved deeply in the heart muscle close to the chest bone.
I would not dare think that I would ever be the recipient of the best comment ever award on such a great blog, really, but I'll take it damnit, I'll take it and laminate the fucker.
Todd Colby is a Brooklyn-based poet and artist. Colby is the author of six books of poetry. His most recent book, Splash State, was published by The Song Cave in 2014. His writing and art have recently appeared in Bomb Magazine, The Brooklyn Rail, Denver Quarterly, Dizzy Magazine, Hyperallergic, and Poetry Magazine. Instagram: @toddjcolby
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This Poem Will Make Todd Colby Feel Better
If I had to put my finger on it
If I had to give it a name
I'd have to say that my childhood was varying degrees of alone
An alone that I coveted and searched for while being entirely gregarious
A crowd pleaser from the git-go in search of small cracks to hide in, eyes tightly clamped while feeling my way into a closet.
But there was also beauty
Peircing beauty that spoke to only me, or so my kid ego believed
A beauty that had flavors
A beauty that could crush my chest
A beauty that revealed to me that it wasn't quite time to die
Adult caretakers could look at me with distaste, but this beauty was telling me it wasn't quite time.
Okay. Damn. You win the best comment ever award Ms. Jenny. I am a baby bird in the eggshell blue sky that just cracked open. Doused with yoke. The smile from ear to ear and moved deeply in the heart muscle close to the chest bone.
and I do mean yoke not yolk. Yokels call them campers.
I would not dare think that I would ever be the recipient of the best comment ever award on such a great blog, really, but I'll take it damnit, I'll take it and laminate the fucker.
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