Short Poems

Webs of Fear

We are always afraid of something,

Our parents catching us in the cookie jar,

Teachers collecting the homework we never touched.

Hurting ourselves doing that one thing we were told not to,

Getting caught in the bedroom of our girlfriend by her father.

Pregnancy at a young age.

That midterm, the final.

Death.

And spiders.

Especially spiders.

Inevitable

Maybe you cried at birth

because you knew that from

that second onward you would spend

the rest of your life growing up.

Flowers and a Love poem

She throws a plate at your head,

ducking, it soars past your shoulder.

You hated its floral print anyway.

Picking up the phone

you order Chinese food for two.

5lbs 3oz, 1ft 6in

We measure babies

like we measure the fish

we catch because we all swim

in the same ocean of life.

But most importantly,

we all grow up shitting ourselves.

C.K. Fulfer