by Tony Godino
Copyright ©2024
Crawl
Get down on the ground
And crawl
Watch me as I walk
With my hands in my pockets,
On my chin, fixing my glasses, or
Reading a book
Keep yours on the ground
And crawl
Look up to me when I call
Your name and when I smile,
Look away
Crawl away
There is a corner for you
Some old blanket
Lay your head on your hands
And watch me as I write
Him a letter, I dial his
Number, as I put my phone down
And my fist through the drywall
Later, a flat palm on the shower wall
A loud, pathetic cry
In a hot, empty room
Watch me as I crawl
To you
On the ground
In the corner
To hold you as you lick my gushing wounds
About Tony Godino:
Tony Godino has published short fiction in Isele Magazine and poetry in several publications. For most of his adult life, he was a roadie, touring the world. In 2019, he left this career to pursue a degree in creative writing at California State University in Long Beach. Starting over in his thirties probably should be terrifying, but it was a lot scarier to live his life ignoring his dream. He can be found on Instagram and Twitter here: @TonyGodinoDied
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