Freaks - 2017

I ride with the freaks
in the train every morning,
always moving forward to stay
in the same place.
always constant with style,
flawless,
we are still damaged.

I sit with the freaks
in the cafe every morning,
drinking coffee like we will be able to taste it later,
a grand delusion,
but it is gone.

I walk with the freaks
in the streets every morning,
forcing our feet to move faster
as if we can escape the cold
by walking from it.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"what if God was one of us?" (Joan Osborne)

had me singing that song when i was reading this poem...we are all freaks just trying to survive day to day.

exceptional poem---you caught the guts of day by day in this.