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
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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