Souls with Skin

Tag: hope

  • To become soft

    To become soft

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    Robin Klebba
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    It’s hard to become softNot likeCleansing and perfuming fabric softenerBut likeA meat tenderizerWhich even sounds kinder than it is​I try to makeThis crunchy exoskeletonFuse with an even stouter backboneAnd don armadillo armorWhich the scavengers avoid,Even stench erased​It would be easier to stay this wayThan molt and stretchand be seenThe excess weight is identityAlbeit exhaustingA make-up…

  • Mud Pies

    Mud Pies

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    by

    Robin Klebba
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    When God sat downTo play with dirt,Imagination open-mouth kissed reality.Thus, clay was dusted offAnd named​Yet full completion didn’t comeUntil the entrance of anotherThe second-one​For years I believedHer second formed birth orderMade her just so:SecondaryMade from man and for man​Ah, there was a realmWhere Eve placed firstRecognized for disqualificationWearing a crown of deceitLips apple red​Thus, the…

  • Shelf-Sitting

    Shelf-Sitting

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    by

    Robin Klebba
    in

    Trauma is like sitting on a shelf Watching your life go by such hustle and bustle a triadic tug of war between anxiety, hope, and depression. Linda’s momma said it so succinctly, “No, dear, she isn’t new.” My corduroy overalls are missing a button. I almost forgot I’m broken, myself the only one buying the…