Watch Me

Watch me
come undone
so slowly
and beautifully
no one
notices.

About this poem

Evidently, a lot of people were worried about me after reading this poem. I am fine. Actually, it was a play poem, about how things come undone slowly, so slowly we rarely notice. I played with word and structure because I wasn’t particularly inspired.

And for some odd reason, pretty much the only people who got it were my middle eastern readers. I wish I understood THAT.