be(lie)ved

i am clumsy.

 

weeks ago,

i tripped on

gravel and

scraped up

my arm.

 

a week later,

i did the

exact

same

thing.

 

my mother

swallows the

story, and

saves it for

later.

 

they all believed

me. i am clumsy,

after all.

i roll my eyes

but feel cold.

Reviews

[Raymond]

I agree with Lyzzy...when I read the body of your work, my thought is "i hope this is not someone's life"

[Lyzzy Redd]

The title intrigued me immediately; the whole parentheses thing was clever. The poem was even more clever.