Thursday, July 7, 2011

Timing


When the timing isn’t right.

When the timing isn’t right
things happen.
Feet go in mouths
holes get dug
and turned into
metaphorical graves
ears become crimson
turtles do
odd and awkward things.

things get broken
or muddled
or downright
dangerous,

and all the things
I want to say
rise and choke me
so I say
nothing at all

because sometimes
it’s safer that way.

2 comments:

Saus said...

I think this may be my fav. piece of your poetry yet girl. So honest.

Jenny said...

Thanks. I'm just proud that I worked in an awkward turtle reference. ;)