Treadmill

An apology poem

Around sunset on Easter a few weeks ago, my two younger siblings somehow got into the Google document collection of my poetry, and until midnight were soaking themselves in each and every word. It was nearly one hundred pages. I never could have imagined my first real captive audience would be these, but it made my heart swell. Look, someone cares. Someone is laughing and someone is brought to tears.

Here is their favorite.

I slid the dial
up to “performance”
and back again
before you 
noticed it was me

which made you
slip down the 
racing runner
and flop to the ground

forgive me
you looked like
a fish
when you fell