Loved Margaret Atwood's poetry collection and
sharing one of my favorite poem from the book.
When you stumble upon your lover
and your friend
naked in or on your bed
there are things that might be said
goodbye is not one of them.
You will never close that
clumsily opened door
they'll be stuck in that room forever.
but did they have to be so naked?
so minus grace
floundering around as if in a spring puddle?
the legs too spindly
the waist too thick
the flubbers here and there
the tufts of hair...
yes, it was a betrayal but not of you
only of some idea you'd had of them
soft-lit and mystic with
snowfall sifting down and a mauve December sunset
not this gauche flash this flesh akimbo
caught in the glare of your stare.
check out the book and enjoy all the poems!