We All Have Some by Mobilus in Mobili
It seems each synonym for vulnerable
spells out nothing but negative
connotations and
it’s not flattering to be weak
at the knees,
bruised up from the battle.
I had to crawl the last half of the way
here and now you offer
a bandage.
I want the new skin to grow over
first impressions.
From my understanding,
our genes carry the
baggage
of past generations
into our houses,
unpacking
each insecurity with the ease of
slammed doors
until you can no longer see the fucking floor.
—
I’m still scrubbing some of the mold.
Another interesting poem from the Flagstaff Missed Connections. As I wind my way through all the various pieces I saved throughout the years from this forum, I’ve come to think that perhaps there were several different writers posting there – I can’t be positive as the posts were never signed, but that is my general impression.
