Upside-Down by Carol Lynn Grellas

Upside-down, the pill bug
appears to be long gone…
but who knows, he could be

dreaming of last night’s
escapades, or under the spell
of too many cocktails thrown

back in a flurry of depression,
one after the next in hopes
of drowning his rollie-pollie

sorrows. Poor thing, I know
what it is to fold up into
a ball and make yourself small

again, within the boney amour
of skeletal support, and just
when you think you’ve

managed to hide deep inside
your own makeshift-womb
disappearing in whatever

heartache you’re wallowing in
at the time, there’s some asshole
standing by, ready to poke you

in the soft spot of your stomach,
rousing you from your deep
slumber, just to make sure you’re still

breathing, the way a new
mother might check an infant
in the middle of a sound sleep─

except it’s not your mother
and you don’t want to wake up.

One Response to “Upside-Down by Carol Lynn Grellas”

  1. Nice poem. Thrown/back is a good line/stanza break…rollie pollie sorrows I liked…also boney amour….the ending is kind of weak…for me the poem ends with ‘breathing’….but I liked it.

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