Another Old Joke

I grieve inside my clothes but also when I’m naked
There’s no escaping the matter

I raise my hands to the ceiling
And walk about aimlessly

Didn’t I once know you old salt?
Oh, I thought you were a man—

Blind on a park bench
Lost in the shadow world

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto