Ode to the Elbow
That always shoves its way
The corner of my body that
Cracks at dawn like
Bones that settled too comfortably in the grave
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Ode to the Elbow
That keeps things painful and funny
At the same time
Half crying, half laughing
About everything that’s hurting inside
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Ode to the Elbow
That sticks out of t-shirt sleeves
Saying “fuck you” to conformity
And being hidden behind the cotton veil
Because why hide such a sharp point
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Ode to the Elbow
Where yours intersects with mine
As we gracefully sway down the street
Intertwining in the mood of lamplit dusk
Linked together by so much emotion, memory, and even, by elbows
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Oneg In The Arctic
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Comments (5)
Ode to the elbow & the weenus which covers it. Once a young friend asked if it was alright if she touched my weenus (proffering hers as she asked). For some reason, I did not hear the "w" at the beginning of the word, but distinctly something else. Now, it's just awkward.
Ah!!! Perfect ode to the elbow!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
I never thought much about my elbow unless I've whacked it on something, but this was magical! Loved this!!
whimsical
AWWWWW, this is spot on! Great job