Twiglet #268

abigfatcanofworms Uncategorized March 1, 2022March 2, 2022 1 Minute

the prosthetic (a cascade poem)

the new truth is held
in a pocket against my heart:
confidence is a synthetic moon.

at night, I’m naked as starlight.
and in the top drawer beside me
the new truth is held.

the sky nuzzles in and I dream...
inconsequence at large, and the drumming fear
in a pocket against my heart.
   
I dress with the door shut -
morning alchemy turns shame to filigree;
confidence is a synthetic moon

Written for Twiglet #268 “in a coat pocket”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

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Published March 1, 2022March 2, 2022

9 thoughts on “Twiglet #268”

Misky says:

March 2, 2022 at 3:04 am

Confidence is far too fluid to be relied upon.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 2, 2022 at 8:18 am
  
  I have changed the title.
  
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  1. Misky says:
    
    March 2, 2022 at 9:01 am
    
    Perfect.
    
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K.Hartless says:

March 2, 2022 at 3:27 am

Love the nude starlight. I can relate to feeling synthetic but rest assured dear worms, you are your own galaxy.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 2, 2022 at 7:53 am
  
  Thanks, K. I might have to change the title to make the meaning of this poem clearer.
  
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anotherkatewilson says:

March 2, 2022 at 9:11 am

I think I get it, from reading your earlier works including about pockets in bras.
I also think it stands well without being made more explicit – being a bit ambiguous can allow people to find something for them personally in it, without taking away the meaning it has for you.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 2, 2022 at 9:13 am
  
  Thanks, Kate. 😊 💚
  
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  1. anotherkatewilson says:
    
    March 2, 2022 at 9:22 am
    
    I read it, thought “that’s really good”, then got it, and tears came to my eyes.
    Lucky I have my camera off in the online meeting I’m supposed to be in.
    
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  2. abigfatcanofworms says:
    
    March 2, 2022 at 10:40 am
    
    So kind. I felt like I was hiding by not making the meaning clear. And writing the poem is kind of about fighting that wish to hide. So this morning I bit the bullet.
    
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