Poetry Ptuesday – My Talent by Everette Maddox

Introducing… Poetry Ptuesday! Because, why the heck not!?

 

For the inaugural post of the series, something short and hauntingly sweet (caution: swoon-worthy):

“It’s true: I can’t sing,
dance, whistle, make
coffee, change a tire,
or even pour piss
from a boot with any
accuracy. But look here:
if I stack these words
up just right
it may be you’ll float out
the window and hover
for one instant
in the clear air
of my love, right over
the stopped clock
of the Whitney Bank.”

 

If I stack these words

 

up just right

 

it may be you’ll float out

 

the window and hover

 

for one instant

 

in the clear air

 

of my love