The Things That Frighten Me by William Taylor Jr.

She says your poems don’t
make you holy

they absolve you
of no crimes

they don’t make you beautiful
or clean

you’re just as bad
as the rest of us

just as ugly
in the mirror

just as mean

your poems
are just places to hide
from the things that frighten you

you write of life
through the eyes
of strangers

but have no stomach for it
in your own home

I tell her I understand
and know
all of this

but she does not believe
she slams the door

and now
I am here again

I don’t know
where else to go.

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2 Responses to “The Things That Frighten Me by William Taylor Jr.”

  1. Elizabeth Soroka Says:

    This softly hurts the heart…leaves a lovely aching within…

  2. So good…man. Great stuff.

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