A WYW Club Poem
Don’t Worry About Me
It won’t be a problem
For me
I’m already moving
I will fly over your waves
Dive deep in my watery caves
And flush the sting
‘Til it’s numb
Make mad love to the gods
Slip and curl on the kitchen floor
Rhythmic souls need no one
I won’t just paint it out
I will be the art
That makes you shiver
Hammer it down under my feet
And let it burn in my lungs
Let the hobos stare.
They’re mouthing something now.
My ears are already screaming.
It’s a comfort when no one can
Make it worse.
Tell my girls only fools
Say no
And cackle witchy words
When the darkness floods
My room
Unleash the monsters
From my throat
Cry the fierce resounding gall
Don’t worry about me.
I’m already over it.
— Isa Glade
