Poem #23

by Erin Hateley

Contains strong language

write a shitty poem
because shitty poems are like
letters
left unsent in the back of the post office
half-smoked cigarettes,
a deflated rugby ball in the bushes behind the school field.
shitty poems
are like headphones
but when only one ear is awake,
warm bread instead of toast,
cracked plastic cups at children’s parties
that cry orange squash all over the floor and end up cutting someone’s lip.
shitty poems are like me.
shitty poems are like me when I’m barely awake
shitty poems are like me when I haven’t eaten in days
shitty poems are like me when my hair looks like a fucking troll doll
shitty poems are like me when I’m face down on the floor and i haven’t moved in an hour
shitty poems are like me and have been since forever
because shitty poems are shitty
but fucking hell, they’re alive
and they’re so messy and so stupid and so cringy and so wonderfully, horrifically, fantastically
shitty
and so fucking beautiful.