playing dead

— a poem by chase klavon

crabby me woke up with a grin again

the sun was bright and yellow and out

it was saturday there was warm coffee slobbering at my presence

crabby me got dressed to the sound of my vinyls

undulating with the rhythm, creating fresh melodies with my hands

crabby me stomped down the stairs gaping at the scratched hardwood

the family was giggling sweetly and the door was pleasantly ajar

it was beautiful there was glee oozing from every inch of home

crabby me went through the day without admitting that i was happy to be alive

the words were sewn under my tongue with twine and stapled down twice

it was paralyzing to be freely alive yet still camouflaged in surrender

“Misfortunate” taken by amy kleiner